One of My Heroes

Dad and MeAll of my life, my Dad has been someone who I can look up to.  As a kid I was always a Daddy’s girl.  My Dad was a superhero to me.  There was nothing he couldn’t fix and nothing he wasn’t strong enough to lift.  He was a person of character. He treated people with respect and was always there to help out.  There wasn’t a problem he couldn’t solve.

But my Dad was also the person who helped define my faith.  We may not have had long spiritual talks, but I watched him live his faith every day.  Life has not been easy for him.  He has had more than his share of losses.  When I was only six months old my Mother died, then a couple of years later he had to bury my oldest sister.  He was blessed to marry my Mom when I was three.  But he lost his Mom when I was in third grade, his Dad a couple of years later, and then his oldest brother.  We joke with him that having surgies is one of his hobbies.  I can’t list the surgeries that he has had.  And he has successfully battled cancer — twice.  I don’t list these things to make you feel sorry for him, but I want you to see what he has gone through.  He has walked a path with a lot of hardships but you would never know by looking at him.  He has never questioned God or asked “Why me?” His faith has never wavered.  He always believed and knew that God would get him through it.

Dad with EllaMy faith is what it is because of my Dad.  I remember the years of barrenness.  And I remember looking back at my Dad as an example.  I learned to cling to God through the hardships and my relationship with God grew stronger through it.  After years and years of trying we conceived the twins and Maya through IVF.  We decided we would be done at three because we didn’t want to do the doctor appointments again.  In my heart I wanted a 4th but I knew we couldn’t do another procedure.  I never told my family.  But when Maya was nine months old, we found out we were pregnant with Ella.  I found out a few months later that my Dad felt we weren’t done yet and had been praying for us that we would have one more child (though he was praying for a boy 🙂 ).

I am so thankful to have been blessed with such an amazing Father.  He set high standards for me for a future husband.  He still always here to help with anything we need.  We wouldn’t have survived our last move without all his help.  We would have been a house with no water a few weeks ago, but he showed us how to hook a hose to the house.    He has shown me how to be a person of integrity and how to live a life of faith.  I hope I can set the same example for my girls.  Dad, thank you for being my hero. 

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