Today my Daddy is 62 years old. Happy birthday to my awesome dad! I thought it would be a good time to tell my readers about my dad. :) Grab a cuppa java and enjoy.
My dad is great man. I'm not just saying that because I'm his daughter. He really is. He serves God with all his heart; that's the greatest thing about him. He's not always perfect. He loses his temper. He yells (mostly because he's deaf as a post!). Even so, he is an example of a good Christian. I learned about having good character from him and my mom.
I will never forget when my dad quit smoking. Maybe that's not something most people remember. I do though. I was in the 5th grade. My daddy had smoked for, well, forever. He started long before I was born when he was 24. I am horribly allergic to cigarette smoke. I spent a lot of time in my bedroom. Dad had been told by my allergist several years before that he either needed to quit or go outside to do it. Well, we were at a citywide revival service at the MP Civic Center and God convicted my dad of smoking. My dad went to the alter and left his cigarettes and lighter there (to make a longer story short). After he did that, he came and wrapped his arms around me and told me he was sorry that he hadn't quit sooner for me.
That little action was amazing. My dad didn't have to apologize to me but he did it anyway. I have carried it with me for years. It's not the only time my dad apologized to me. He did it anytime he wronged me. He set a shining example to me of being a good parent. We can't always be a perfect parent. We can't. What we can do it model good character for our children.
I learned that from my dad. ;-)
Happy Birthday, Deacon Daddy! I love you!