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Maybe it was the way the speaker reminded me of Daddy, strumming his guitar with big eyes and a vintage collared shirt. Maybe it was my absent-minded forgetting of the shampoo and having to wash my hair with soap like Daddy always did. It might have had something to do with the presence of our dear friend and faithful bible teacher who’s been like a father to me. Perhaps it was spending time with people who cared more about genuine G0d-seeking than whether my hair and make-up were done. It could have been the atmosphere of kindness, love, and truth that proved I was neither watching nor participating in any kind of religious show. Whatever the reasons, it’s times like this when I feel like I’m a little girl at home with Daddy again. Yes, it’s these times where, after all my playing outside and running around in circles, my Father calls for me and I come running into his presence. These are the times when he finds me and lets me sit and listen to the music bound up in his heart and soul, just like my Daddy did with his yellow guitar so very many times. Heaven itself comes down to commune with me on earth. Funny how closely fond families resemble God’s glory. So here’s to that Great Father I call God and the wonderful Daddy I know is sitting up there with him. I often miss them both desperately here on earth, but I’m so thankful I did get to spend some time in my Father’s world.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGm11cO9QLk
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