A Day to Remember .. Even a Bad Hair Day!

Every day is a day to remember God's promises. Each day is full of many opportunities to trust in the LORD! Yesterday, was a day to remember the passing of my father from earthly life into eternal life thirteen years ago! While mixed with sorrow, it is a still a day to celebrate what God did for my Dad and for each one of us in sending His Son Jesus Christ to die for us on the cross and rise victorious over death and the devil!

I began yesterday praising the LORD for what He had done in giving me Christian parents. I helped get the boys ready for church and found time to unearth some photo albums with pictures of my Dad in them. Sadly, my boys never got to meet "Poppy". As I have shared before, Poppy is what my oldest niece Lisa called my Dad. Lisa was the only grandchild that had the privilege of knowing my Dad.

The photos served as visual clues as to who my Dad was. Pictures of him driving, serving and loving his family. As with all people, my Dad wasn't perfect, but he surely did love his family. While work may have kept him away from us more often than not, we still knew him and could see his quiet strength. I don't know that I realized where that quiet strength came from until I was an adult, but I could sense his trust in the LORD.

The LORD often gives us tangible reminders of how much the people we love cared for us. I have only a few things that do that for me when it comes to my Dad. One of the things, I do have is a framed post card. My senior year of college, (shortly after my Dad was diagnosed with cancer), my sorority asked each of the parents to write an encouraging note for their daughters. My Dad was a man of few words, but for this occasion he penned "Dear Sara, Your pop loves you very much & hopes everything in your life goes as you wish. Love, Dad".

The note is fading, but you can still read it. The love with which it was penned is still close to my heart. My mom also wrote a note to me and I will share that with you in the coming days as the anniversary of her death is also approaching on March 11th. What my sorority meant for encouragement for the week, has remained as a testimony of love in my life and will so for a lifetime. I believe God gave that idea to them, so that I might have these tangible reminders of my parents. Something to remember.

On a lighter note, most people would want to forget a bad hair day rather than take pictures so they can remember it. But, that is what makes Carson special. He has been looking forward to "bad hair day" at school since the last one was preempted by a snow day. This morning, I took a variety of hair products and tools and gave Carson a bad hairdo. He wanted a mo hawk and since he wasn't going to get one in the truest sense, we settled on making a row of hair down the middle standing up. That soon became most of his hair standing on end. Fine with me, this is one of the special days that the kids are using to celebrate National Lutheran Schools Week. Strange way to celebrate, but who am I too judge. It made Carson's day, one to remember. Check out the pictures of this smiling boy!