I have always taken my daddy for granted. I know that now.
If I had to travel over 6000 miles away from my house just to learn to appreciate my dad, it was all worth it. I’m gonna keep this short in honor of him because he is a busy man. My daddy is the sexton at my home church. (A sexton is a church, congregation, or synagogue officer charged with the maintenance of its buildings and the surroundings)
The past couple days I have been cleaning the church that we have been serving at back in Dragane?ti-Olt, Romania. I’ve cleaned the bathrooms and all the toilets, floors, walls, sinks, and urinals. I’ve washed the windows, dusted everything, washed every chair, and gotten on my hands and knees and scrubbed the carpet in the sanctuary.
I have killed a lot of spiders in the last couple of days.
Through all of the craziness of cleaning I kept looking over my shoulder and expecting my daddy to be there and to give me approval that I was doing things correctly. My dad works his butt off. He works a crazy amount of hours and is in constant ministry and service mode. On top of all that he has other places of ministry at our church and I know that if my car was to break down or I needed a handy man I would call my daddy… other people have caught onto that as well.
I understand now how hard my dad works at keeping our church clean and presentable. He takes care of our house at home and he takes care of the Lord’s house. He never turns people down. My daddy is a yes man to a fault. He has such a huge heart for people and for service.
I really respect my dad.
I also understand now why he doesn’t want to do things by himself. Cleaning alone is hard and boring and I was so lucky to have Sarah Anne and Kelli with me. I really learned to appreciate my dad and I really miss him.
I love you daddy with my whole heart.
