I have the best dad ever. His name is Billy Frederick. He’s a God fearing and God loving man. He loves his wife and three little girls. He has been a faithful employee in his job for 30-ish years, he takes care of our church people by mowing their yards, he’s given his daughters a fantastic example of what a good husband looks like, and more importantly, his heart is moved into emotion EVERY TIME HE PRAYS!
I LOOOOOOVE MY DADDY!
Today, I woke up in a funk. I have one steadfast rule for my teammates, I do not like being woken up to some one asking me questions or speaking about business before a proper greeting and/or coffee. Today, both of those things were broken. I was talking business before coffee, before a “good morning” was given, shoot… before I even opened my eyelids! Therefore… the funk ensued.
After that, I just sort of checked out. Every thought, every action… all came from a place of ugliness until I had to mop the floors.
Now, I know how this sounds. It sounds like a little kid that just doesn’t want to clean. But really, I didn’t want to do ANYTHING. The last thing on my mind was service. I just wanted to be left alone, but then I would have complained about no one talking to me. Don’t judge!!! I’m just being transparent.
This is where my dad comes in..
My dad has a really cool dream that, I think, explains his heart in a sweet way. One day, he wants to retire and become the church janitor. I’ve seen him countless times mop the floor of the church, vacuum little “v” designs into the carpet, make the morning biscuits for Sunday school, and greet each member as if he worked at the sliding doors of Walmart… this is just who he is! So, here I am… MOPPING… thinking of my dad and how he LOVES to do this and realizing that I, too, am loving to mop. I love that I am like my dad. I love praying and coming into tears like him. I love having dreams of retiring my ideas and inheriting a mop of service every day. I love that I have his smile that is greeting the nations. I love that his heart and blood beats in my chest. I LOVE MY DADDY.
I am blessed to have a father that resembles our Heavenly Father with such brilliance!!!
SO… to all the dad’s in the world… YOUR FAITHFULNESS IMPACTS YOUR CHILDREN. Your obedience to God leaves a mark in us. You are the examples to the next generation of men… and even more… you show us women what to expect in a Godly man.
So, Dad… Thank you for being a man of God. Your little missionary is proud of you!
Love love,
Slik
