I’ve been thinking of my dad a lot lately as we are in the holiday season. Last year, for the first time ever, I cooked Thanksgiving dinner for my dad – what a great memory!
How did I get here?
When I was a child and teenager, the “how did I get here” questions of life never crossed my mind. I suppose it’s because there wasn’t enough history to my life to think about how I got somewhere. If I was ever asked that question, it usually was in reference to how I got to school, a friend’s house or park for a party. Why it was obvious how I got there – my dad brought me. My dad brought me everywhere: to softball practice, youth group, family gatherings, and doctors’ offices when I broke my arm or got bitten by the neighborhood dog (strange thing, that dog was a labrador retriever – not a dog that would typically bite someone!).
Life has a way of taking you places; at least it seems as if life has taken us places. Actually, it’s the Father, our Heavenly…
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