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Fathers Day // 2016
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Wishing all the fathers a happy and blessed Father's Day!! :) I'm so thankful for the great dad God has blessed me with. Love you, Daddy!! <3
I have long had a complicated relationship with my father, but we had a long telephone conversation on Father's Day and I left the conversation really hopeful about future possibilities and reconciliation.
That's great that you were able to talk. Hope everything works out well for everyone!! The relationship with my maternal grandfather is complicated and tedious, so I can somewhat understand. :)
As you've probably noticed, this blog's posts have dwindled and have consisted of only book reviews since Christmas. Not what I promised, was it? I'm here today to talk about some things that I've been contemplating—and putting off, if we're going for honesty—for awhile. Now it's official, though. The decision is made, I'm happy with it, and I'm here to make the announcement. Chosen Vessels is closing. Okay, so that sounds much worse/drastic than this is actually going to be, but the gist of it is true. Sometime in March, I'll cease to update this blog. It won't be disappearing entirely, but I won't be posting here anymore. As I strive to strengthen the content of my main blog and create a better online author presence, I've come to realize that it's too confusing—not to mention time-consuming—to keep up with two blogs. Instead, I'll be posting something encouraging and/or something God has been showing me 2-4 weekends...
This song was sang at church during the Christmas play last week (the 13th). And it really got me to thinking. Did Mary know? I mean, she knew who He was, but how much of what He would go on to do did she know? Seeing as how this song was written by my favorite comedian, I decided to share the story behind it. :) //The Song// Mary, did you know, that your Baby Boy Will one day walk on water? Mary, did you know, that your Baby Boy Will save our sons and daughters? Did you know, that your Baby Boy Has come to make you new? This Child that you delivered, Will soon deliver you. Mary, did you know, that your Baby Boy Will give sight to a blind man? Mary, did you know, that your Baby Boy Would calm a storm with his hand? Did you know, that your Baby Boy Has walked where angels trod And when you kiss your little Baby, You've kissed the face of God? Oh, Mary, did you know? Mary, did you know?...
Sometimes I dance to a song on the radio. Sometimes I stare off into midair for 7.56 minutes before noticing that I'm doing it. Sometimes I ramble off numbers that I just made up, numbers like 7.56. Sometimes I daydream in the shower. Sometimes I eat ice cream out of the carton. Sometimes I write stories so deep, dark, and dear to my heart that they will be forever hidden in a locked document, never to see the light of day. Sometimes I am very dramatic. Sometimes I fantasize about things that will probably never happen. Sometimes I dream that those things will actually be in my future. Sometimes I watch sappy movies and read books that a lot of people would probably hate. Sometimes I reseal those little papers that band-aids are in so that someone will think there's still something inside of them. Sometimes it works and someone opens 9.2 of them before realizing they've been pranked. Sometimes I write stories that leave me hurt and raw, and the...
:) Hope you're having a great day, Amy!
ReplyDeleteThat is exactly how I feel about my dad. :D What a wonderful tribute to Dads everywhere!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bethany! Glad you enjoyed! :D
DeleteI have long had a complicated relationship with my father, but we had a long telephone conversation on Father's Day and I left the conversation really hopeful about future possibilities and reconciliation.
ReplyDeleteThat's great that you were able to talk. Hope everything works out well for everyone!! The relationship with my maternal grandfather is complicated and tedious, so I can somewhat understand. :)
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