Reflections

Yesterday was Father's Day (June 18, 2017).  A day I really do not like- hate even.  A day that I wish was not on the calendar because all it does is bring bad luck. Now I don't hate Father's Day because I had a bad father.  Quite the opposite. My father was a good father. I hate father's day because it is one of those fake holidays we have created. Nothing changes on this day. I still get up, get my daughters ready, feed them breakfast, go to church/work, then come home.  Only this time we went swimming- another past time I do not cherish. However, my wife and oldest daughter enjoys it so that does bring me some joy seeing them happy. Yesterday, had its dangerous moment though. My wife just finished taking a picture of our daughters and our friends' daughter and son.  I removed myself with the youngest child and my wife turned around to talk to her friend when our oldest daughter went for a swim. By God's grace I turned around and noticed she was missing.

Everyday I go to Racetrac to read before I head into the office.  It allows me to be disconnected from emails, phone calls, or other staff members seeking my attention.  I am there and no body recognizes me, but the staff as they see me 5 days a week.   Last week, I saw a family get out of their car and head inside.  As I was watching them, I noticed their child wasn't wearing shoes and their dress looked what I would call " white trash ."   Now I know, I shouldn't think that way, but I did. And to be honest I was also judging the parenting skills of these two as their child did not have any shoes on their feet.  I judge them solely on their appearance and lack of footwear.  I know nothing of this family:  their background, their hardships, their joys, their sorrows.  But judged them nonetheless.   As the mother was walking to the front entrance I saw on her shirt the name Jesus.  This caught my attention so when she came in, I moved into a