#31Days: Parenthood

Well, this has been a hilarious and really hard week.
So crazy, in fact, that my husband says he's going to guest post on my blog to share what this week has taught him. (We'll see if he follows through. He's a non-attention-seeker.)

Honestly, I am just writing what comes.
I've already written two cop-out posts this week.

I don't wanna write another cop-out, but my brain is really too full.
I've tried a little bit to dump it all out, but I'm gonna need a little more time.
And it's nothing that I can dump on the blog (wouldn't that be nice?).
Remember: Hubby: Guest post.

What I can dump is that I am watching Parenthood.
Writing through the commercials.
Yeah. Probably not the best writing strategy.
But it's my favorite show.
This is my Thursday night.

I can also dump that Parenthood is a topic close to my heart right now.
For more reasons than one.
I'm a parent.
I have two parents.
For better or for worse.
I have one Father.
For better.
No, for best.

Now dumping one of my favorite verses about who God is:
"And do not call anyone on earth 'father,' for you have one Father, and he is in heaven."
Matthew 23:9

I can dump a little bit of what I think about the word father.
I use it like this ...
"Father, ..."
It is the opening word of my prayers because I know Who my Father is.
He is the only.

I can dump a little more about one of my main men.
I have someone very important who I call Daddy.
He has been the most important influence in my life.
He's the one who told me what God is like.
He's the one who gave me my identity.

Just like your daddy, mine is a sinner.
I saw from him true things about God.
God is a people gatherer.
God is charismatic.
God is charming. He is captivating. He is epic.
God is good at everything.
God is intelligent.
God works. A lot.
Life with God is fun. Spontaneous.

I also learned false things about God from my daddy.
You have too. (No matter how swell he is; he is not perfect. Perfection is reserved for your Father in Heaven. Know Him.)
I will not write about the false things here because I love my daddy.
I respect him.
I also believe that all is purposeful.
God has used every shred for good.
Believe me.

God has been bringing me through it. Taking the wounds given me by my parents (you have these wounds too, I promise) and putting truth in the false places.

Truthfully, God is the Father.
In the end, I'm going to have this strange, strong affection for a person standing near me in that great multitude that no one can count (trust).
He will be completely focused on worshiping Jesus.
So will I.
But out of the corner of my eye, I will see him.
I will see him and I will know him.
He will have a new name by now.
But I will remember.
James.
Daddy.
I will remember and I will thank him.
The good.
The fun.
The bad.
And the very bad.
Every second, grace.
Every moment inching me closer to Jesus.

Thank you, Daddy.
Thank you for making me and for every waking moment with me.