When I was in elementary school my favorite day of the week was Saturday. Not because there was no school, mind you. (You see I was a weird child that actually enjoyed going to school.) No, Saturdays were my favorite because Saturdays were Karli-Daddy time.
Back when my dad was a manager for UPS, sometimes he’d leave for work before I woke up and get home just as I was going to bed. So, on the weekends I craved time with my dad. He’d take me to this field in Tallahassee and teach me to ride my bike without training wheels, watch me for hours practice hitting, or play catch with me. He was even brave enough to be my catcher when I started pitching. That is until I gave him a bruise that turned into an infection on his leg. Bless his soul.
Looking back, I see that my Heavenly Father wants me to crave time with Him, just like I did with my dad. He wants me to come running to Him with my joy and my boo-boos, just like I did when I was seven.
I’m beyond thankful for God giving me such a great earthly father. My dad has shown me support in my dreams, protected me, and provided for me just like Jesus does. Thank you dad and Dad! I am so blessed.
