Father's Day

I celebrated Mother's Day a week early in my desire not to miss the holiday. Mostly because I'm a space case, I emailed my mom happy wishes, and she replied along the lines of, "That's sweet, and a week early."

Father's Day was a different story. I celebrated today when I got to hug my father for the first time in over four months. I just marked my five months in rehab this week, and my dad left his emergency visit a week after I settled in here. The minute my dad walked into view, a downpour broke out in Basel. Since I've always secretly believed the rain is God's way of telling me he loves me, I consider it a gift my Heavenly Father sent along with my earthly father. I'm so grateful for the gift of the godly man who intentionally raised me to love others and serve Jesus. 

I'm praising God for the gift of my dad as I transition home. Grateful for your prayers as well as I firm up details and continue to heal.