Two fathers

So yesterday was my dads birthdays. My dad turned 66 and my best friends' dad, whom I've claimed as my own turned 74. And for the first time in any one's memory, we actually got the two of them to sit down and talk. I do pray it's the beginning of a wonderful friendship. They can learn a lot one from the other. I'll be interested to see where it goes. It was really something to listen to my dad share part of his spiritual journey with Teddy. It was like listening to my own story. I had never realised that dad struggled with the faithfulness of God in much the same way I did. I never would have thought it. Learn something new everyday.
Speaking of birthdays, my dad spouted off a tidbit of info yesterday. I guess if there are 20 people in a room, it's guaranteed that at least two people will share a birthday (not the year just day and month). Try it and see!
Hmm, anything else to share?? Don't think so. Guess I should get on with my day and do all the stuff I avoided yesterday...

JUNE...already??

How did that happen? Time sure flies... when you spend all your time on Facebook. It's been fun reconnecting with old friends and finding out strange and wonderful things about people you didn't really care about in the past but hey they asked to be your friend so why not? (no I am not mentioning anynames here... you can all have a complex, just like me!)
Anyway, Bobby and I started packing up the hosue yesterday... so much fun. Well not really. The only thing I am dreading more than packing is well you guessed it, unpacking. I know I am going to have like 4 times the space but I still can't imagine where we are going to put everything. I just know I don;t want a cluttered mess anymore. Clean and streamlined... yeah right, like that will ever happen in a million years. Good thing God doesn't love me based on how clean and organised my house is...
So in my packing I came across an old journal entry (I only have about 100 started and then abandoned journals laying around) This one was neat to find because it reminded me of a time a few years ago when the light bulb went off that God really was faithful, he didn't just say he was, HE REALLY WAS and is. Funny how I still struggle with that sometimes. I still have my moments where it would just be easier to believe he doesn't exist but really my life would be so meaningless if that were the truth. What is the point of life if we are not here to serve something greater than ourselves. And God is the only thing that makes sense to me in that scenario. Over and over in my life God has proved Himself worthy of my trust and faith. Why do I ever doubt it?
And on a lighter note... it's a beautiful day out and I am successfully avoiding laundry and all other forms of house work... at least until I finish this blog!