Father's Day

Yesterday was the big day to celebrate daddy's. The day that it set aside, just like the one for mommas, to reflect on your father, who he is and what he means. So, for those who don't know, my daddy is crazy! I love it though. He doesn't know he's crazy which is kind of scary because I feel as though one of these days I'm going to be crazy and not know it as well. It has to be a thing from Maw Maw's side of the family. But my daddy is the best! He is the one who can fix anything. I know... I know.. everybody makes that statement about their fathers, but mine truly can. I have the utmost confidence on anything that breaks, he can fix. Several times I have been with some friends when an item broke and I was so quick to say, "I'll call my Daddy, he'll know how to fix it." He is the one who will help anybody and who will drop everything to help. He also will stand back (I'm sure in frustration) and watch me or my brother attempt to do something, knowing good and well he could do the task better and faster. And when we fail miserably and ask for his help he's there to fix it, and not mention he would have done it right the first time, or that if we followed his advice we would have had success. He is the one who works hard not matter how tired he is or how much he hates the task at hand. Sometimes I wonder what goes through his mind when he hears people talk about their work hours in an office, because they don't compare to the true work hours of dairy farming. He is also the one who watches over me. Protects me. Really wants to make me happy. He'd never truly say that out loud but I know. One time in college he drove all the way to Wilma when the cable in my gear shift broke just to see if he could fix it, and make sure I took it to a place that it could be fixed. I remember my momma saying, "He was all in a sputter. Thinking the whole way. He wouldn't be able to settle down until he checked it out." What a daddy. OH and this past winter while I was stuck in my apartment with the snow, I mentioned how I wish I had my sled. Of course I heard my daddy in the background say, "I'll take it to her." Now he may have been picking, and of course I said, "no thanks daddy. That's crazy. I can do without," BUT the fact is, he would have done it. I know he would have. I think he just wants to make sure I'm happy. My daddy has the hands of a man. Ones that are calloused, scared, and usually bruised from piddling (for you city people.. piddlin' means messing around on something down at the barn). He is an inventor. Super smart dude. He made a leaf sucker (aka turbo vac) with the engine of an old John Deere lawn mower, a silage fan, and plywood. That doesn't even compare to the toolbox he made that had key less entry, push button cab entry, lights that came on when the lid started to raise and some kind of hydraulics to make the lid come up slow. So that's my daddy. I could honestly go on for a while longer but I'll stop.

So my daddy has been one of the best examples of my heavenly father. My God loves me, protects me, created me, watches my every move (good and bad), lets me learn, is always there to help me, holds me and loves me more than anybody else can. For so long I never saw God as my daddy. But he is. He is my Daddy. Just like the daddy I have, but better. He's the ultimate father. You might think it's crazy but when I think about me and God I see myself sitting in God's lap (granted I don't know what he looks like but I'm in a lap), He has his arm around me and at that moment I am safe, I am protected. When I'm resting in his lap and sitting WITH him, I can almost hear him say, "Heather I'm here, tell me your problems. Let me fix them." He wants to fix them. He's my father. He stands back and watches me try to do things on my own and when I fail he's there to fix it. What a wonder father! So to all you out there... Happy Father's Day!!! Remember who your true father is! Know how he sees and loves you!

Be particular!