He's My Very Own Dad



He makes THE BEST macaroni and cheese!

One of the nicest people in the world.

He'd give you the shirt off his back, literally.

He'll feed you if you're hungry, seriously.

He'll drive where ever you need to be, really.

And these are the things things I've seen him do for people

he doesn't even know.

That's my Dad.



Because of my Dad, I've been blessed with greater insight to this verse. . .


". . .the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship.

And by Him we cry, "Abba, Father." -Romans 8:15

. . . and a love for the words

to this song:

"Abba, Father, We love to call You.

By Your grace You have adopted and now we're Your children.

You now receive us, joint heirs with Jesus.

Abba, Father! Abba, Father!"



Me and Dad during our surprise trip to visit him and Mom.

The man who took me in when another walked away from me.

He's my Dad and I am his daughter; no ifs, no maybes, no partiality.

I am assured.

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Thank God for my Dad.



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