Photo 1: dad took me to the Peanut Festival simply because I desperately needed a corn dog from the Corn Dog Man. Nobody else would go with me - dad didn’t want to go, but he said he would anyway. This became something that happened every year. Even though the fair was NOT his thing.
Photo 2: dad dropped everything one weekend (including work during his busy season) to fly with me to Corpus Christi, Texas, for gymnastics equipment. We literally flew out at like 4:30 on a Saturday morning, arrived, loaded into a box truck, and drove back by Sunday afternoon.
When my horse died, he clipped some of her tail off without me even asking so that I could keep her hair that I loved so much. He drove 3 1/2 hours to Birmingham because my truck was broken and he fixed it in the Vail parking deck at Samford.
My heart hurts because it’s my dad, obviously, but because he is really the best man I know. The kindest, most loving dude who I jokingly call Walter when I get sassy with him (or when he’s sassy with me). My heart hurts because I can’t see him, but because each time I had kidney stones he sat in the back seat rubbing my hair because I was in so much pain. I can’t do the same for him.
I don’t want anyone to live in fear, but I want people to live safely and love their neighbor. And I desperately am asking for your prayers for my dad, who went on a ventilator this evening and is not doing well at all.
I’ve caught myself wanting to be Job today and throughout the last week. I want to ask, “Why?” after I list just a few of the amazing things about my dad.
“I know that you can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be thwarted. ‘Who is this that hides counsel without knowledge?’ Therefore I have uttered what I did not understand, things too wonderful for me, which I did not know. ‘Hear, and I will speak; I will question you, and you make it known to me.’ I had heard of you by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you; therefore I despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes.”
Job 42:2-6
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