Well… I imagine this will be my most read blog ever. Coming here to see the names or “pretend” names of the men I’ve known in years gone by. I can assure you the stories I could tell would be epic. Not to mention movie worthy. Sometimes I tell my customers stories of dates I’ve had and they say you should write a book. I bet a lady I went to church with years ago clicked this first for the tea, and my parents will be the last. Lol.
So I’ll start with the guy who told me he had to borrow my car to go to college and would take out other girls instead. Then theres the boy who broke up with me the week before prom…. Nope. Not gonna do this. This is going to be a page about two of my greatest loves. Jesus and my daddy.
Sorry if you’re disappointed but I wouldn’t do that to anyone I dated and second I’d hate for them to do that to me. Perception versus perspective. What we take away from that relationship is on us. We can learn or burn. I’ve had my share and I choose to see the good even in the ones who could have broke me the most.
My daddy has always been a constant. He never waivers. Perhaps wishes I’d wear a longer dress at times but he is a continuous supporter. Especially when I have made some major foul ups. For example, I can remember being a wild thing in my twenties and never once did he say I don’t love you or you’re not welcome here. He probably said “Your name is the only one you’ll get, so don’t make a mockery of me”. Trust me, I did a lot. I put my faith in people, in things and at some point they all let me down. He was always pointing the way to Jesus. Saying, you know he’s always there no matter what. Throughout the years, I’ve gone through some seasons and at every turn ole Tommy Dial turned up ready and willing to help a girl out. He may have given me an ear full but he was there to help to direct me to the next season. I watch the way he loves his family and friends. I watch how he gives chances to others when most would never. He is the friend of second chances. He is the man who taught me grace. Which leads me to Jesus.
Whew.. when he said he’d be there when no one else would, he did not disappoint. I met him when I was young and changed my prayer to “ I will not die before I wake the lord protects me every day”. Anxiety was my friend from an early age. She hung around and always made me feel less than. I believed her for a many of years. Choices I made , things I allowed. All because of anxiety. The Bible says be anxious for nothing but has it met menopause…. Shew..that’s for another post. I set the bar for worry. My daddy he would just pray over me and tell me to trust the lord. Did I ? Not always. I thought I could pick the best person, or make the best choices and I still make some doozies as of this week. But just like my daddy, JC is waiting on me. Probably saying I’ve been here the whole time my girl. I just hope if this is read by one person you remember if no one believes in you.. God does.
Even when you make the dumbest choices and you screw up. Don’t be afraid to start over. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. Don’t be defined by your past or your choices. Even when the flames are all gone, Jesus will be there to remind you of whose you are.
I know it might have been a funnier read and a good laugh if I told of all the crazy ones I’ve loved before but I’d rather focus on the two who’ve always loved me. That my friend is better than any news story or headline you can read. So take a minute and thank those for loving you and you’re never to far from Jesus for him.
Also for fun… comment something crazy on the comments and maybe I’ll get more readers. You know… it takes a village. Peace out my peeps❤️
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