I always mean to pray, I really
do.
I sit in front of the fireplace as
I don't kneel very well at about
100. I calm and center myself,
think about what I wish to say.
And I begin; next thing I know,
I'm talking to my dad. It isn't
my intention; it is what it is.
And, I'd be the first to admit
that my dad was always God
to me.
I've tried; I really have . . .
but it's always dad. I give up!
So now, when I go sit by the
fireplace, I'm already looking
forward to our visit. We need
to catch up and I usually have
a lot to share.
It's funny just how much I
do look forward to our visits.
I find myself thinking, "Oh
dad will get a kick out of
this," or, "I need to be sure
and tell dad about that."
I doubt very much that God
minds. He has that father
mentality after all and I'm
sure he gets it.
That reminds me, I need
to ask my dad about that.
tis me missing you
say hello to god for me
why not just come home
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