“The Fire My Daddy Started”
All day today I have felt like a little girl. Shopping with my mommy, carving a pumpkin with my sister and dad, and giggling like a little girl, what fun we had. I felt as if we were children again. It was such a great feeling to talk at the dinner table and laugh till we cried. At the close of the day, as the sun was setting in the cool crisp fall weather, we gathered outside around a fire my daddy started for us all.
He loves to build and play with a fire, watching it flames brighten as it consumes the wood. The sounds as it pops and crackles growing to a roaring flame fascinates him.
Sitting there, we started talking about all the people that had come and gone in the life of our family. All the people from …show more content…
My dad’s stubborn reluctance to change only tolerated them moving a block away from where my childhood home still sits. Despite this he has reached the lost in several different countries. I think the Lord’s plan was at work within me back before I was ever born.
Along with his reluctance to change he never finished high school. To this day if you ask him to read anything other than the bible, he will struggle to get through a paragraph. Don’t get me wrong, he is a smart man with such wisdom with scripture and in life. To tell you the truth, I struggle to put my own thoughts on paper because of my own shortcomings with my English skills. It’s not my strength I go in, but His.
The fire he started tonight wasn’t the first fire he started. He started a fire deep in the heart of many people and it’s still growing worldwide. My dad’s nephew, my cousin has served as a missionary in Africa for nearly twenty years, with his wife and four children. When our children were young we took several mission trips to Mexico and Belize. Our sons both went to New Zealand to two different places for different works. One son along with his wife and three boys have lived for the last ten years serving as church planters in New Zealand, reaching the lost for the cause of …show more content…
My husband along with our youngest daughter and I worked in Australia teaching young men and women to be better equipped to share the gospel.
Lastly, I saved the most obvious, but not always giving as much credit for being a place of mission, for last. Right here in America. My father’s children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews and countless people he has personally reached, have all been touched by a man who lives a very small life, in a corner of the world.
The Lord is with us when we are with Him. No one would ever think much of my dad if you met him on the street, but he is a useful vessel to God. To me he is a fire started.
I pray I live to continue starting fires, like the fire my daddy started deep within me for the lost and hurting.
Chapter Wrap
All day today I have felt like a little girl. Shopping with my mommy, carving a pumpkin with my sister and dad, and giggling like a little girl, what fun we had. I felt as if we were children again. It was such a great feeling to talk at the dinner table and laugh till we cried. At the close of the day, as the sun was setting in the cool crisp fall weather, we gathered outside around a fire my daddy started for us all.
He loves to build and play with a fire, watching it flames brighten as it consumes the wood. The sounds as it pops and crackles growing to a roaring flame fascinates him.
Sitting there, we started talking about all the people that had come and gone in the life of our family. All the people from …show more content…
My dad’s stubborn reluctance to change only tolerated them moving a block away from where my childhood home still sits. Despite this he has reached the lost in several different countries. I think the Lord’s plan was at work within me back before I was ever born.
Along with his reluctance to change he never finished high school. To this day if you ask him to read anything other than the bible, he will struggle to get through a paragraph. Don’t get me wrong, he is a smart man with such wisdom with scripture and in life. To tell you the truth, I struggle to put my own thoughts on paper because of my own shortcomings with my English skills. It’s not my strength I go in, but His.
The fire he started tonight wasn’t the first fire he started. He started a fire deep in the heart of many people and it’s still growing worldwide. My dad’s nephew, my cousin has served as a missionary in Africa for nearly twenty years, with his wife and four children. When our children were young we took several mission trips to Mexico and Belize. Our sons both went to New Zealand to two different places for different works. One son along with his wife and three boys have lived for the last ten years serving as church planters in New Zealand, reaching the lost for the cause of …show more content…
My husband along with our youngest daughter and I worked in Australia teaching young men and women to be better equipped to share the gospel.
Lastly, I saved the most obvious, but not always giving as much credit for being a place of mission, for last. Right here in America. My father’s children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews and countless people he has personally reached, have all been touched by a man who lives a very small life, in a corner of the world.
The Lord is with us when we are with Him. No one would ever think much of my dad if you met him on the street, but he is a useful vessel to God. To me he is a fire started.
I pray I live to continue starting fires, like the fire my daddy started deep within me for the lost and hurting.
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