I’ve been thinking about one thing. Some people read my blog and knows me personally. You know, they know who I am in real life.
That must be pretty weird since I’m not the kind of person who tells everyone that I’m a christian, or that I’m out evangelizing and stuff, but here, I am that person. I sometimes wish I was that kind of person though, in real life. I mean, in my last post, when I told you guys about the reactions I get every time I see the guy, at work, in the wheelchair. That is not something I talk about with people. Partly, because I have more un-christian friends than christians, so they would think I’m even more weird. And partly, because I’m kinda shy.
Here, however, I’m me. So, I just wanted to tell you guys that if you ever get confused while reading my blog, I’m still me, you are just getting to know another side of me.
Changing the subject…
It’s the 10th of July! For those who don’t know, today, my dad would have turned 52 years old. I lost him when I was eight, or turning eight, and I’m turning sixteen in August. This means that I’ve been without a father half of my life. Well, he wasn’t really there for me and my mom when he was alive either, but let’s just ignore that for a moment.
People have asked me many times how I make it, not having a father. I thought about this not too long ago, and I realized that it doesn’t bother me, because I do have a father. It even says so in the Bible.
“Father to the fatherless, defender of the widows- this is God, whose dwelling is holy.” Psalm 68:5 NLT
I really have no idea what the point of this post is, but here, I’m me and I do have a father.