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Monday, April 4, 2011

Day 12 - "I'm a what to you?"

Well I gassed up for the first time yesterday.  11 days on half a tank of gas I think is pretty good.  I figure if I can keep up this pace I could save over $150 bucks on gas in 40 days.  Not too shabby.  That would be close to $1500 over a year.  Craziness.

Yesterday, I had someone tell me something I've never heard before.  There are two little neighborhood girls that come play under my Magnolia trees.  They are huge trees.  I don't know exactly what they do but they leave a bunch of their toys and clutter strewn about.  I don't mind.  They are 8 and 9 years old and very friendly.  Sometimes they come ask to borrow things.  Sometimes they just need a band aid or some random little trifle.  They are always a trip.  Evidently they were in the mud yesterday, because they were nasty dirty!  After helping them identify some of there scrapes where they had evidently fallen out of the tree the 8 year old says......."You are like a dad to me."  What?  ....did she say "You are like a dad to me?"  Now I know what comes from the mouth of an 8 year old must be taken with a grain of salt.  Its just......little girl.....I don't know you that well.....and you don't know me.....I could be a crazy person.  Am I nice to them?  Sure.  Do they make me laugh?  Of course.  But daddy?  So I decided to ask some more questions to find out why she would think a nice man she barely knows would be like her daddy.

I got the gist pretty quick that she has already had several step dads and maybe even some foster ones.........No wonder......  at 8 years old she couldn't know all of them that well if at all.  They asked me what I did and when I said I was a minister....their faces went blank...."What's that?"  (They guessed doctor and truck driver bye the way).   "Well a minister is a person who works for a church" I said.  The light bulb went on.  They knew what a church was even though I could tell they never went (I know church is not a place).

This got me thinking about perceptions.  The way I was seen by an 8 year old was completely foreign and diametrically different than how I saw myself.  I wondered if God's perspective of my personage is that much different than mine?  It wouldn't surprise me.

Outside my window I can see Cardinals, Goldfinches,  a red bellied woodpecker, and various other birds.   Bright colors.  Beautiful colors.  I wonder why it took me so long to appreciate them?  Was I so caught up in all the bustle of life that I never noticed?  Me now sees these things.  Me 10-15 years ago .....not so much.....Its amazing how a little time changes the way we see.  I hope my little 8 year old friend can one day know what its like to have a father who loves her in yellows and blues and greens.   I hope her transformed perception will reveal her daddy as he should be.  When Jesus cries "abba" it is not to one of many "step" dads.  Its a cry to his eternal "daddy" who plays, protects, and kisses to make it better.

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