It doesn't feel like riding a bike: Post 1 A.C.
Sorry it's been so long: my world's been rocked a little recently, and I've been tweaking...
So I'm thinking about stuff, and I'm thinking about lists, 'cause I'm a fan of them for some reason, and I'm thinking about my dad. And it occurs to me...
From my dad, I learned that when you're cleaning off the table, you always put the stuff that has to go back in the refrigerator, back in to the refrigerator, first.
From my dad, I learned that taking care of Mom is Job #1.
From my dad, I learned that pulling weeds while walking through mile-long rows of soybeans in scorching heat for $2 an hour is totally worth it because Grandpa's going to take you to get a double cheeseburger and Coke at noon.
From my dad, I learned that you don't push it and order a milkshake when Grandpa is buying the aforementioned burger.
From my dad, I learned that Christian isn't something you do. It's who you are.
From my dad, I learned that when we return to earth with Christ for the Millenium, we will do so on white Honda motorcycles or International tractors, depending mostly on the conversation.
From my dad, I learned that love - and family - means that the computer geek/city boy brother is as much a part of things as the country fried/farm lovin' brothers. And just 'cause he's cityfied doesn't mean he can't do chores.
From my dad, I learned that it's ok to cry.
From my dad, I learned that the wash water to do dishes needs to be as hot as your hands can stand. And the rinse water should be hotter than that.
From my dad, I learned that Christmas is awesome, on all kinds of different levels.
From my dad, I learned not to say the first thing that pops into my head. I never actually knew most of the first things that popped into his head, but I could tell that they rarely made it out.
From my dad, I learned to hate sweet potatoes with a righteous hatred.
From my dad, I learned to value family that has come before me.
From my dad, I learned that loving people is where it's at.
From my dad, I learned to dig books. And having them around.
From my dad, I learned that there are very few realizations that hold a candle to knowing that you're the son of a man who loves God and loves his family.
This is not a complete list, but it's my list.
Dad, I love you.
So I'm thinking about stuff, and I'm thinking about lists, 'cause I'm a fan of them for some reason, and I'm thinking about my dad. And it occurs to me...
From my dad, I learned that when you're cleaning off the table, you always put the stuff that has to go back in the refrigerator, back in to the refrigerator, first.
From my dad, I learned that taking care of Mom is Job #1.
From my dad, I learned that pulling weeds while walking through mile-long rows of soybeans in scorching heat for $2 an hour is totally worth it because Grandpa's going to take you to get a double cheeseburger and Coke at noon.
From my dad, I learned that you don't push it and order a milkshake when Grandpa is buying the aforementioned burger.
From my dad, I learned that Christian isn't something you do. It's who you are.
From my dad, I learned that when we return to earth with Christ for the Millenium, we will do so on white Honda motorcycles or International tractors, depending mostly on the conversation.
From my dad, I learned that love - and family - means that the computer geek/city boy brother is as much a part of things as the country fried/farm lovin' brothers. And just 'cause he's cityfied doesn't mean he can't do chores.
From my dad, I learned that it's ok to cry.
From my dad, I learned that the wash water to do dishes needs to be as hot as your hands can stand. And the rinse water should be hotter than that.
From my dad, I learned that Christmas is awesome, on all kinds of different levels.
From my dad, I learned not to say the first thing that pops into my head. I never actually knew most of the first things that popped into his head, but I could tell that they rarely made it out.
From my dad, I learned to hate sweet potatoes with a righteous hatred.
From my dad, I learned to value family that has come before me.
From my dad, I learned that loving people is where it's at.
From my dad, I learned to dig books. And having them around.
From my dad, I learned that there are very few realizations that hold a candle to knowing that you're the son of a man who loves God and loves his family.
This is not a complete list, but it's my list.
Dad, I love you.
posted by pastor mike at 11:01 AM
2 Comments:
Mike, I hope we can all be more like your Dad.
Thanks alot Mike...(insert very sarcastic voice here) You had to bring back the horrible memories of sweet potatoes didn't you? LOL Remember the Boullion Cubes in the Peas? :) Great Memories... thanks for the reminder... :( I miss dad now... Love ya dude, Em (Goon)
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