Father’s Day is a day that I don’t really remember. You know I like to remember stories from my childhood, but in this case I’m drawing a blank. I’m not sure how my mom helped us pass the day. I do know that even though my daddy wasn’t the ever-present father, it was a rare occasion that my mother ever spoke negatively of him. And, she often shared how happy they were through her silly stories of their times together. He was the love of her life.
As I sit here today in the vestibule of the church I decided I would try writing a blog post from the phone application again. I’ve been visiting a different church over recent months and the Reverend just doesn’t move me like my Pastor Parker.
I started to cry when I wrote about the letter “F”. Epiphany’s aren’t always grand. They can actually suck.
The whole remembering thing both intrigues me and alludes me. I remembered to buy Father’s Day cards, but didn’t get them in the mail in time. That’s the norm for me though. I do the same with Mother’s Day, birthdays and the like. I have a theory to support why I struggle with this, but as we bloggers often say, “That’s another post…”
Happy Father’s Day everyone. I hope you enjoy the time with someone who is significant to you even if that means some good quality with yourself. I’m going to make sure I don’t forget to at least make some calls today. Yes, I even forget to call on some holidays. I have faith 
that I will succeed today. It’s through faith that true confidence is born and continues to shine through.
Much love,
Mel
