So I was going to write a super long father's day post yesterday, you know, on fathers day, but then I got sidetracked. We ended up going to bed at like 10, cause we were both so tired. Then I woke up this morning, fresh and ready to write a brilliant post, and happened to glance at my sister's blog, (big mistake), and realized that she literally stole the thoughts from my head. So I ditto everything she said.
But seriously, my dad is awesome. Growing up people were always like: "it must be so hard to be a pastor's kid, I'm so sorry." And I was like "um, it's awesome! I don't know what you're talking about!" (btw I know I use "like" a lot when I'm writing. Don't judge) Anywho, I always thought it was awesome being a preacher's kid. I still do. Your dad could probably beat up my dad, but my dad knows the whole bible by heart! And boom goes the dynamite!!
I have come to realize now, though, that the reason I have always loved being a pastor's kid is because growing up I never heard either of my parents say this: "you need to behave, because I'm the pastor, and what will the congregation think of me if they see you act like this!" In fact, my dad never acted like he cared about what the congregation thought of his kids. It was almost as if it didn't matter what other people thought... as it his security rested in something other than the opinion of others... weird, right?
That's because, as Katie said so well in her post, my dad believes the gospel. Like really believes it. And he lives it, and shows it daily to his family. And teaches it to his family. I love being a pastor's kid because what my dad preached from the pulpit he modeled in his daily life. I love the fact that when he preaches, and he starts talking about the gospel, he literally starts crying. This used to embarrass the crap out of me, I was all like "come on dad, pull yourself together!", but now I see that this emotion comes from a place of deep understanding of the love that God has for us.
Anyways, I love you dad! You are an amazing father!
I didn't mean to steal yo' thunder! I just don't have 3 kids under 4, and so it's a little easier for me to stay up until 12:30 writing in my blog. Although today I am ridiculously tired, so was it even worth it? Maybe we'll never know. Point is, this is a sweet post. We have a good Dad.
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