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Three Men and a …….Me

So, I was thinking about Father’s day, which I really loathe for me.  I wondered if I would discuss all the men my mother had married.  I wondered if I would discuss all sorts of things that would really not build anyone up.  I came up with another plan.  A better plan, at that.

There are three men in my life who have shown me what a real daddy is supposed to be like.  I love each of these men, and if I could have ever picked how I wanted a dad, I would have chosen something about each of these men to make a “whole dad.”

The first man I ever met who, literally, was the perfect father was Dan Harley.  I had never known a man in my life who was such a good dad.  He loved his children regardless of what kind of messes they had gotten into.  I never heard him raise his voice.  I never knew him to treat anyone in his family poorly.  I will always have great respect and love for the man who actually gave me the nickname “Twiggy.”  Yes, I do remember that, and it makes me smile to this day.  I love you Dan Harley.

The second man I met was John Pringle.  I fell in love with him the minute I saw how he treated children.  We have had our own children, and this man has loved them with his whole heart.  He has never mistreated them.  He has always had loving words for them.  He jokes with them and holds them tight.  He picks on them, but they kind of just come back for more.  He loves his children more than anyone else in this world, and I love him for that.  I love you, John Pringle.

The third man that I have met that has proven to me that there really are good dads out there is Gary McMichael.  What to say about this man?  He has raised his sons to respect women and has raised his daughter to be respected.  He hugs his sons with no shame.  He cries at their achievements and loves them through the most difficult times.  He has raised his children to live by God’s Word, and they so very much do.  Again, this is a man who I have never seen treat his children poorly.  He guides and assists when needed.  Gary McMichael, I love you!

These three men are the safest, most loving men I have ever had the honor of knowing. 

Dear God, thank you for sending these men into my life, so that I would not be so broken that I couldn’t see the good in these fathers. Thank you for being the ultimate Father.  Amen.



Posted by on June 16, 2013 in Uncategorized


Raw and Tender

Last night, I got back into Dallas from a friend’s house.  I experienced inappropriate behavior by a male and female at the motel.  Their words stabbed me in the heart.  I woke up this morning, and I checked my email.  I found out that the best boss I have ever had is leaving her position and moving, here, to Dallas.  My heart had not yet healed from the pain from last night, and this news just completed the total decimation.of my heart.  Someone reading this right now is thinking, “You’re upset because your boss is leaving?”.  Yes, yes I am.  She’s given me confidence, opportunities, and she has believed in my abilities.  My heart, raw and tender, has hurt all night and day, and again tonight.  It still beats, but with each beat, there is a tear just ready to fall.  GAH!  I hate it.  Never mind the food issues it has brought up.  I have talked with God all day long.  I do not believe I have heard anything in return.  I do NOT like this feeling.  I want to be the person who never, or rarely, cries.  I did not know what else to do.  So, here I sit pouring my heart out in a blog.  How’s that for being a professional therapist?  

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Posted by on June 4, 2013 in Uncategorized



Some say pictures don’t lie.  I say, they may not lie, but they don’t tell the whole truth.  I’ve seen a picture of someone, in the past two nights, that is really beautiful.  I know secrets behind those eyes and that smile in that picture.  That picture does not tell half of what I know about the person in the picture.  There is no doubt that a picture is worth a thousand words.  If I did not know this person, I would not know her words, stories, or life.  I just keep looking at it, and my heart breaks knowing what is really inside of there.  I know where she has been, where she is, and I can only pray about where she is going.  I know it’s somewhere spectacular for a multitude of reasons.  Out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise.  A phoenix HAS risen. 

If you get anything from this seemingly uninteresting post, I hope that you will see in your own lives that there is more than what is framed.  There is more than what appears on an 8×10 glossy.  There is more than the eye can see superficially. 

That’s all I have for now.  I just needed to get that out.


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Posted by on June 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

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