My Dad, My Hero

Many people who know me have not gotten the priviledge to meet my dad. I hope that one day you will all get the chance. See, my dad isn't just any kind of dad, he is a DAD. You may be thinking: capitalizing the letters doesn't make a difference LT. Well, in my opinion it does.. and it's my blog! :)  

The difference is this: so many men go through the motions of being a good "dad". They provide like they are supposed to, discipline when needed, and sometimes spend time with their children. Well, my dad did all of that and then some.

My dad has supported us spiritually, financially, emotionally and mentally ever since I can remember. He has done all of this through some pretty hard times too. He didn't pick and choose when he wanted to do, he just did it all the time. If I had to pick one stable thing that has never changed in my entire life, it would be my dad.

My dad (and shoutout to mom) have always been there for me. When I first started college I was extremely overwhelmed. I remember one morning I was bawling in the kitchen because I just couldn't take it. My dad had just moved back home after working up north for two years. Out of all the things he could have said, he said "I'm glad that I'm here now because I can help you through this". That was all that I needed to hear. He was one of the strongest supporters of me in school (and mom). I really don't think I could have done it without them.

Last April my dad accepted a job in Virginia. He took a huge step of faith and they moved over there. It was about four months later that I found out I would be moving to Chattanooga. None of this makes sense but hold on I'm getting there! If you know me well enough you will know that my dad is my hero. Honestly, I would not have moved to Chattanooga or even left the state of Michigan if my dad was still there. We are too close and I seek so much advice and guidance from him and love spending time with him. The Lord had told me that Virginia was not where I needed to go and I didn't understand why. It was within the next few weeks that God worked everything out for me to go to Chattanooga. The highest role played was God as He lead and prepared me to take a huge and gutsy role to leave everything behind and move, but I truly believe that He used my dad's step of faith to move to Virginia, to get me to Chattanooga.

There are so many things that I could say about my dad, that I almost feel this blog is a huge injustice. But I hope that I show these things to my dad everyday, and not just on Father's Day. Not enough words can say how much I value his advice, guidance and opinion. He makes me laugh and doesn't make me feel stupid when I have blonde moments. I could not have made it in Chattanooga if it wasn't for the pretty much weekly calls of "What do I do?" phone calls. I love you daddy. You're so special to me.