unconventional

In the middle of the mad rush of morning, getting three kids & myself ready and off for the day, my phone rang. I was so tempted to not even peek…and just call back later. But I looked…and I answered. It was my Daddy, just calling to chat. He was hearing a case in another county and decided to check in on his way there. I didn’t have time, but hearing my Daddy’s voice made the chaos suspend itself for a moment…and I was so content to just sit, be still, and talk to him for awhile. I don’t think my Daddy will ever stop impressing me. At this time in my life, when I have stabbing, breathless moments of wishing I could live at home with Momma & Daddy again…where everything is safe and comfortable and easy…a simple phone call manages to buoy me, even elate me, and I can keep going. And I think Daddy knows that I need to hear his voice every few days. So he steals a moment during his very busy day, to check on his high-maintenance daughter. I thank God each day for this wonderful earthly father of mine. If I ever lose him, I will most treasure the countless times in my life when he was just what I needed.