Early Saturday morning I said goodbye to my sweet family as my dad and I headed off to launch for the World Race in Atlanta, Georgia. Thankfully, I had my dad to guide me around the airport and make sure everything was as it should be. I had my dad to lean on because I was a wreck from the reality of leaving and just feeling alllll the feelings.
Once we got settled into the hotel my dad asked me how much cash I had on me, so I proceeded to look. I looked in the place I last put it, but it wasn’t there. We looked in every pocket of all of our bags at least eight times, crawled on the floor of the hotel room, but my wallet was absolutely no where to be found. My wallet had my ID, cash, debit card, and my Charles Schwab card. My first reaction: panic. My second reaction: ugly crying.
My dad handled the situation with such patience and grace. As he does with most every situation. He hugged me as I sat on the floor, ugly crying, feeling defeated. He problem solved and got the situation figured out and continued to tell me it will be okay no matter how much I fought him. I like to think this is similar to the way Jesus would have reacted. Calm and collected, ready to figure it out together, never giving up on me. Never throwing in the towel or ready to call quits.
Steve Thomas, I am so grateful for all you do for us girls. I don’t think we tell you that enough. My dad never meets a stranger, chats with anyone and everyone, always puts his family before himself and makes everyone around him feel welcome and accepted. My dad is an exceptional person and I am so grateful for all he has taught me thus far.
Thank you Heavenly Father for giving me an earthy father who loves me and the people around him so well.
