I wrote this today.... any crits out there?
Have You seen My Daddy?
I was wondering if you could tell me where my Daddy is. I think and think
and wonder if Ive left him somewhere but cant remember. Have you seen him?
Perhaps I should backtrack. They say that backtracking is the best way to
find something you have lost.....
...I was hurt once by a dog. I ended up in a clinic. I remember everyone
came to see me. As
I left the clinic my Daddy insisted on carrying me. He asked if I was OK. I
was only six years old but I felt so much bigger. My Daddy made me feel that
way. In his arms I could see the tops of everyone elses heads (except for
my uncle Tonys) I felt so special in my Daddys arms that as we walked out
I started plotting ways to get hurt again. I remember that about my Daddy.
...I remember once not going to Sunday school. Daddy had me, my brothers and
sister
sit on the living room floor. Around his old brown chair, while he opened up
his big bible
and taught us a bible lesson. My Daddy was so smart. I couldnt even pay
attention to his lesson because I was so filled with pride that my Daddy
knew Jesus. I remember that about my Daddy.
.....When I was a young girl my image of my Daddy was grand. I would wait
for him by the window. The smells of supper filling the house was my queue.
My eyes would wait to see his car get closer and closer into full view. I
remember feeling impatient as I waited for him to gather all his things in
the car. When he opened his car door I would wait for a bit then run to the
door to greet him. My Daddy always smiled back at me. As he would place the
gallon of milk within my small arms I felt his love pass through it and
reach me. I remember that about my Daddy.
...It was quiet for just a few moments when I could hear my Daddy praying.
The lights were down and hymns played in the background. As praises filled
our living room I couldnt help but to feel important. Important that we
knew Jesus. I felt lucky that we had Daddy to help lead the way to where God
is. I remember that about my Daddy.
...I remember my Daddy always doing something. Changing the oil in his car,
building a deck, watering our vegetable garden. He knew so much! I never saw
a plumber or electrician in my childhood. Our family was blessed with a
Daddy who knew so much. Even Gods word. I didnt know about anyone elses
Daddy but my Daddy had a gift for interpreting the word of God. I felt that
God shined on us and it was because my Daddy knew how to lead the way. I use
to always feel extra special when it was his turn to preach. I never paid
attention to what he was saying though. I was too busy getting my fix of
pride as I watched everyone hang on his every word. I remember that about my
Daddy.
...I remember learning that my Daddy was a sensitive man. I was arguing with
my sister when he had had just about enough. He came into the room to
reprimand us. After telling
us to stop the bickering, the look of bewilderment branded his face. With
frustration and sadness he asked: Youre sisters! Dont you know that?! You
are all you have! Love each other. That day I saw my Daddys big heart.
Yes, I was sorry that I had argued with my
sister but truthfully, I was more ashamed that I had hurt my Daddy so. I
remember that
about my Daddy.
...My Daddy was a great compliment to my Mom. He knew how to lead sometimes
and so did she. Sometimes they would do things together. They would cook
breakfast together a lot. That always put a smile on my face... to see them
be there for each other. I remember not being able to imagine them before I
was born and without each other. They seemed so well suited for one another.
My Daddy knew how to value my Mom yet put Christ first. I loved being in
church and watching them on opposite sides of the congregation. Praising the
Lord and yet come back together at home. I remember that about my Daddy.
...My Daddy use to laugh. One time we had a full house of friends and youth.
We
were watching TV. My Daddy gave up his seat for someone and laid beside me
on the floor. What we were watching made him laugh. It made him laugh a lot!
Way past the funny part he was still laughing. So much so that he ended up
on his back holding his stomach. It was so wonderful to see him cracking up
like that. His laughter sounded heavenly. It made me so happy to see him
laughing and having fun. I remember that about my Daddy.
...I dont know what happened to my Daddy. His father died and then he
stopped going to church. Since then I just close my eyes and try to remember
what it sounded like to hear him praise God. I try to remember the feeling
of security I use to get to hear my Daddys praises
to God. My Daddys spirit fell. I didnt know why but he turned to me once
and said Im depressed. I dont know what to do. then he sighed and
turned away from me. I couldnt figure why and even more, that was the day I
discovered.... Daddys get depressed too.
I could accept my Daddy being down but I cant figure why Ive not seen him
up since then.
I remember that about my Daddy.
My Daddy has disappeared. Do you know where my Daddy is? It seems that with
his disappearing he has taken many things with him. He took my pride, his
teachings, our spirituality, his gladness, his laughter and my security. So
many things I used as my identity with him. With his disappearance Im
feeling lost and afraid.
Im confused. Ive knelt down just like my Daddy taught me. Ive prayed to
heaven to reveal to me where my Daddy is. Im so willing to get my Daddy,
wherever he is. My Daddy could never do anything to make me not look for
him. My Daddy is a gentle and kind spirit.
He feels deep things. God designed him with a purpose to glorify him.
When God created my Daddy he said: You shall be called Saint. You are one
of my chosen. You will do my work. I will create a mind in you with the
thirst for my word. You will find it easier then most and this will be your
task until my second coming. While you carry out this honorable position I
will give you a wife with strength unparalleled. She will be a divine help
unto you and comfort you. And you her. She will thirst for me also... you
must lead the way. She will bear you 5 children. 4 of which you will teach
and inspire to follow the truth.
I pass unto you my legacy and you will pass it onto many.
The Lord had such great plans for my Daddy. Does my Daddy know that? Is he
afraid of such a task? I dont know. But I hope my Daddy knows that God is
still waiting for him to return. Along with my tears he cries for that which
belongs to him. Im sure my Daddy doesnt know where to begin. Do you know where my Daddy is? Have you seen him? If you see him could you tell him that his heavenly father and me miss him terribly. Neither one of us wants an
explanation of where hes been. No sir, not us. We just want him back in the
spot he was meant to be in. Our love for him has always been there. We are
unmoved by the time that has passed. God loves him and so do I. If you see
my Daddy, you tell him that.
He will understand what you are trying to say because
my Daddy is a sensitive yet smart man who loves the Lord.
I remember that ......about my Daddy.
Have You seen My Daddy?
I was wondering if you could tell me where my Daddy is. I think and think
and wonder if Ive left him somewhere but cant remember. Have you seen him?
Perhaps I should backtrack. They say that backtracking is the best way to
find something you have lost.....
...I was hurt once by a dog. I ended up in a clinic. I remember everyone
came to see me. As
I left the clinic my Daddy insisted on carrying me. He asked if I was OK. I
was only six years old but I felt so much bigger. My Daddy made me feel that
way. In his arms I could see the tops of everyone elses heads (except for
my uncle Tonys) I felt so special in my Daddys arms that as we walked out
I started plotting ways to get hurt again. I remember that about my Daddy.
...I remember once not going to Sunday school. Daddy had me, my brothers and
sister
sit on the living room floor. Around his old brown chair, while he opened up
his big bible
and taught us a bible lesson. My Daddy was so smart. I couldnt even pay
attention to his lesson because I was so filled with pride that my Daddy
knew Jesus. I remember that about my Daddy.
.....When I was a young girl my image of my Daddy was grand. I would wait
for him by the window. The smells of supper filling the house was my queue.
My eyes would wait to see his car get closer and closer into full view. I
remember feeling impatient as I waited for him to gather all his things in
the car. When he opened his car door I would wait for a bit then run to the
door to greet him. My Daddy always smiled back at me. As he would place the
gallon of milk within my small arms I felt his love pass through it and
reach me. I remember that about my Daddy.
...It was quiet for just a few moments when I could hear my Daddy praying.
The lights were down and hymns played in the background. As praises filled
our living room I couldnt help but to feel important. Important that we
knew Jesus. I felt lucky that we had Daddy to help lead the way to where God
is. I remember that about my Daddy.
...I remember my Daddy always doing something. Changing the oil in his car,
building a deck, watering our vegetable garden. He knew so much! I never saw
a plumber or electrician in my childhood. Our family was blessed with a
Daddy who knew so much. Even Gods word. I didnt know about anyone elses
Daddy but my Daddy had a gift for interpreting the word of God. I felt that
God shined on us and it was because my Daddy knew how to lead the way. I use
to always feel extra special when it was his turn to preach. I never paid
attention to what he was saying though. I was too busy getting my fix of
pride as I watched everyone hang on his every word. I remember that about my
Daddy.
...I remember learning that my Daddy was a sensitive man. I was arguing with
my sister when he had had just about enough. He came into the room to
reprimand us. After telling
us to stop the bickering, the look of bewilderment branded his face. With
frustration and sadness he asked: Youre sisters! Dont you know that?! You
are all you have! Love each other. That day I saw my Daddys big heart.
Yes, I was sorry that I had argued with my
sister but truthfully, I was more ashamed that I had hurt my Daddy so. I
remember that
about my Daddy.
...My Daddy was a great compliment to my Mom. He knew how to lead sometimes
and so did she. Sometimes they would do things together. They would cook
breakfast together a lot. That always put a smile on my face... to see them
be there for each other. I remember not being able to imagine them before I
was born and without each other. They seemed so well suited for one another.
My Daddy knew how to value my Mom yet put Christ first. I loved being in
church and watching them on opposite sides of the congregation. Praising the
Lord and yet come back together at home. I remember that about my Daddy.
...My Daddy use to laugh. One time we had a full house of friends and youth.
We
were watching TV. My Daddy gave up his seat for someone and laid beside me
on the floor. What we were watching made him laugh. It made him laugh a lot!
Way past the funny part he was still laughing. So much so that he ended up
on his back holding his stomach. It was so wonderful to see him cracking up
like that. His laughter sounded heavenly. It made me so happy to see him
laughing and having fun. I remember that about my Daddy.
...I dont know what happened to my Daddy. His father died and then he
stopped going to church. Since then I just close my eyes and try to remember
what it sounded like to hear him praise God. I try to remember the feeling
of security I use to get to hear my Daddys praises
to God. My Daddys spirit fell. I didnt know why but he turned to me once
and said Im depressed. I dont know what to do. then he sighed and
turned away from me. I couldnt figure why and even more, that was the day I
discovered.... Daddys get depressed too.
I could accept my Daddy being down but I cant figure why Ive not seen him
up since then.
I remember that about my Daddy.
My Daddy has disappeared. Do you know where my Daddy is? It seems that with
his disappearing he has taken many things with him. He took my pride, his
teachings, our spirituality, his gladness, his laughter and my security. So
many things I used as my identity with him. With his disappearance Im
feeling lost and afraid.
Im confused. Ive knelt down just like my Daddy taught me. Ive prayed to
heaven to reveal to me where my Daddy is. Im so willing to get my Daddy,
wherever he is. My Daddy could never do anything to make me not look for
him. My Daddy is a gentle and kind spirit.
He feels deep things. God designed him with a purpose to glorify him.
When God created my Daddy he said: You shall be called Saint. You are one
of my chosen. You will do my work. I will create a mind in you with the
thirst for my word. You will find it easier then most and this will be your
task until my second coming. While you carry out this honorable position I
will give you a wife with strength unparalleled. She will be a divine help
unto you and comfort you. And you her. She will thirst for me also... you
must lead the way. She will bear you 5 children. 4 of which you will teach
and inspire to follow the truth.
I pass unto you my legacy and you will pass it onto many.
The Lord had such great plans for my Daddy. Does my Daddy know that? Is he
afraid of such a task? I dont know. But I hope my Daddy knows that God is
still waiting for him to return. Along with my tears he cries for that which
belongs to him. Im sure my Daddy doesnt know where to begin. Do you know where my Daddy is? Have you seen him? If you see him could you tell him that his heavenly father and me miss him terribly. Neither one of us wants an
explanation of where hes been. No sir, not us. We just want him back in the
spot he was meant to be in. Our love for him has always been there. We are
unmoved by the time that has passed. God loves him and so do I. If you see
my Daddy, you tell him that.
He will understand what you are trying to say because
my Daddy is a sensitive yet smart man who loves the Lord.
I remember that ......about my Daddy.
