Surprise!

Surprise!

Turns out Father's Day is quite a large trigger for this girlie!

I had no idea until I woke up yesterday and could not shake my false self... the self who is all about the natural man... the self who is clothed in shame and doubt and hurt and fear and unlovability.

It was not a good way to wake up, to be sure.

Kaydon and I were, once again, a full 30 minutes early to church.

It's a thing.

We giggled over a few things, took a couple of silly pictures, then listened to the talks about amazing fathers.

To be sure, there ARE amazing fathers.

My brother is one of them!

So many of my guys are some of them!

P was one of them!

My grandfathers are two of them!

I, personally, had to flip the switch yesterday.

I had to make Father's Day all about my Heavenly Father.

And, in doing so, it was glorious.

I love my earthly father.

I have many wonderful memories with him on the ball field, at the ball field, around the ball field.

I have memories of taking walks with him after leaving the ball field.

I have memories of going on trips with the itinerary's scheduled to the max.

I have lots of memories with him.

I also have triggers with him.

And, that's okay.

I love him, still.

I am grateful for my four boys, who will one day be the greatest dads ever.

I am so grateful to be a mama of these boys.