Sitting by Dad & my sister on our big arm chair. Christmas 1975.
Today, I’m taking a rest from the 31 Day series, to post about a great book that’s coming out on Tuesday, The Wall Around Your Heart by Mary DeMuth. (I may have mentioned it before). I’m writing over at Open Hearted Power, 31 Days of open hearted living:
Cracked Pedestals
My Dad was pretty awesome, but he was also a little bit scary. The good kind of scary, y’know? We’d have friends sleep over, and Mom would tell us to be quiet and go to bed, but as girls do, we’d whisper and giggle in the dark until Dad’s stern voice called up the stairs, “Girrls…” Immediate silence would ensue, because we knew that was a voice of authority, a voice to be obeyed, a voice not to be reckoned with. That awe we had for Dad was good for getting excited children to sleep and to behave in public, but bad in the sense that it seemed that everything Dad did was perfect. Without ever planning to, I put Dad up on a pretty tall pedestal most of my growing up years. I suppose, somewhere inside, I knew Dad was human, which meant he sinned and, thus, was not perfect, but I never stopped to think that through realistically. He was Dad.
There came a time in my teen years, when the pedestal cracked…
Would you join me at Open Hearted Power for the rest of the story? Cracked Pedestals
I’ll be back tomorrow to continue the series on rest.
Ethel Mller
/ October 12, 2013I love that new headshot of you !! It’s quite a jolt to realize we’re ALL cracked and only Jesus can heal those cracks. Scars remain but we can be healed none-the-less. Thank You Lord, even You bear the scars in order to heal us.