A clergyman walking down a country lane saw a young farmer struggling to load some hay back onto a cart after it had fallen off.
“You look hot,” the pastor said. “Why don’t you rest a moment and I’ll give you a hand.”
“No thanks,” the young man said. “My father wouldn’t like it.”
“Don’t be silly,” the pastor said. “Everyone is entitled to a break. Come on. Let’s take a break for a drink of water.”
“NO!” the farmer said. “My dad will be upset!
“Losing his patience, the clergyman said, “Your father must be a real slave driver. Tell me… where is he? I want to give him a piece of my mind!”
“Well,” Jack said, “he’s under the hay!”
I needed that LOL today because I’m a little melancholy. I probably shouldn’t write about anything sad in a LOL blog, but the bare truth is, I miss my Dad. Maybe some of you are going through the same thing.
Daddy is in heaven and I know he is safe with 
Jesus, but I long to throw my arms around his neck and hug him.
I wish I could tell him again how much he meant to my life.
~ He sacrificed much so I could go to Bible college.
~ He taught me right from wrong.
~ He always encouraged me to be a woman of wisdom and integrity.
~ He helped me understand what to look for in a husband: stability and worthy character.
Though he was often away in the military, when he was home, he was our family’s rock. It simply hurts that he is not with us anymore ~ gone too soon. But I am comforted by sweet memories.
I’m not the only child who misses a dad, of course. I’m thinking of all the daughters and sons who have lost their fathers in recent days … to war … to cancer or a heart attack … to Alzheimer’s and a host of other terrible things.
I’m also thinking about the children whose dads are alive but aren’t around either physically or emotionally to meet their families’ needs ... and this video describes that pain.
My dad will always be my first hero. He protected me, provided for me, loved me, and gave me early opportunities to get to know about the Father in Heaven who has cared for me all the years since Daddy died.
My Heavenly Father now protects me (Psalm 32:7; 121:4-8), provides for me (Philippians 4:19-20) and loves me (1 John 4:19). He has comforted me all these years, and given me purpose and power for living. And someday, I’ll go to live in the Father’s house (John 14:2-3).
I pray that everyone who hurts on this Father’s Day will know and be encouraged by the love of the Father above. We still miss our dads, but it’s wonderful to know that we can rest secure in the Father’s loving arms.
humorous words ~ how they can be harmful ~ and there, in the middle of her piece were these words:
Upgrades are fun, and often a wonderful blessing. We might upgrade appliances when we remodel our homes, or upgrade our wardrobe when we lose a lot of weight.
Appearance:
comfortableness, but if we’re not careful and creative, the relationship can get stale. Likewise, in my relationship with God, I don’t want my interaction with God to suffer from sameness. So I started memorizing bits of scripture, and praying them back to God. I imagined God saying many of the “red letter” parts of scripture to me personally. I put a Bible on a chair near my Quiet Time spot to remind me that the Living Word is always present with me. Simple things.
Relationships:
one of us who are in Christ! 
