I believe

This Christmas is just an utter joy for me. Here are a few reasons why:

1.) I talked to my dad on Saturday and am going to see him in the next week, he is in Indiana until January sometime.

2.) I feel blessed this year looking at the gifts under the tree

3.) The Lord has richly blessed me with a overall healthy year

4.) This is my second year as a married woman.

5.) My husband and I will be starting our own Christmas Traditions this year

6.) I am glad that I believe in Jesus, for now there is a reason for the season

7.) I am thankful for Mary and Josephs sacrifices to bring my King into this world

8.)We will be attending the candlelight Christmas Eve service at Church tomorrow night

9.)Last but not least, the children at Kiddie Kollege are excited that Santa will be here tomorrow night.

It has been interesting listening to the innocence of each child talking about Santa. Today many students made reindeer food, made their Christmas wishes, and spoke of all that they will be doing for Christmas. As I was in the midst of the children, I began to think back of when I found out that my parents were the wonderful Santa. Here's how it happened:

My family use to let us open a gift the last 12 days of Christmas, so one year I opened a Slinky Christmas Eve. I remember being in the bedroom with my sister, waiting so patiently to hear Santa on the roof top. We would look out the window every so often to make sure that we didn't miss him. I believe that I had to go to the bathroom, get a drink, something to see if Santa had came down the chimney yet. As I was in the hallway, I heard my parents talking in the Living room and there all of our Christmas gifts were being sorted in the living room in our special spot. Wow all those years of momma kissing Santa Claus:)

How did you find out about Santa's nonexistence?

Merry Christmas! Jesus is the Reason for the Season!

Daddy's Little Girl

Well this evening was hard on me. You see in August my father decided to leave Indiana for the trucking business. It makes perfect since, He has always wanted to travel and he loves to be alone. I was happy for him because this is something that he wanted to do and since he lost his business there really hasn't been anything he has WANTED to do. I didn't get to see him off, I received a phone call from him explaining that he had a few hours before he went on road training for 3 weeks. Well his first training he ended up with an addict, needless to say this was not a good situation for him. My father then went out for another 3 weeks with a christian man, great for my father. I was so excited that God had match them up. Since August I might have talked to my dad 6 times. In college we talked at least twice a week if not more than that. Once I was married and life became a little bit crazier I talked to him once a week. Now that my father is on the road, he has not had the financial stability to keep a cell phone, therefore, I only get to talk to him when he calls me.
This brings me to today. My father called me this evening while I was at Bible Study. I missed his call. I was lucky that he left me a voicemail, the last time we had talked was Thanksgiving, he called to let us know that he would not be joining us for a meal. Usually my father is decently upbeat when leaving me a voicemail. However, tonight it was not the same. He told me in a very mono tone voice that he was in Utah, he missed me, and he was sorry that he didn't get to talk to me.
Why is this so hard? He is my dad, and I am his little girl. When my mom and him had a divorce he use to take me dates every Saturday. We went to Toys R Us one time, bought all kinds of real baby things for my baby doll, the cashier asked if we were going to a baby shower. Now my father and I were not always together. He worked in Indy running his successful drywall company, he would come home on the weekends. However, he still made sure to call me almost every night to tell me that he loved me.
Today I sit here worried about my father behind the wheel of a semi in the snow, is he eating, does he have time to sleep, is he lonely. I just pray that the Lord would keep his hand on my father. I miss him and love him so much.