G

I loved my daddy. He was the most important person in the world to me and if you were around me long enough I just spent time talking about mom and Dad and the funny things that happened every single day. There was no such thing as a dull moment. And the only thing I couldn't handle the thought of was losing him.

But on Saturday night, with a loving and sincere expression that caught my attention he took his shirt off and pointed at the G he'd had tattooed on his chest and smiled and said "This G stands for God." and knowing his heart at that moment warmed my heart.

A persons relationship with God cannot be fit into a box or an outline or a this is how you do it... It's an intimate place of the heart that may never surface the same way twice. And for my dad, that was how he let me know we were on the same page with the Lord.

God is sovereign and I will see him again. Being with God is a matter of the heart... I'm glad he's with Him.

But I feel incredibly broken, my daddy, my playmate, my jokester, my laugher, my hero, my protector is gone. And I still need him...

So broken.