Belinda Jane


When I was a child, my daddy was my hero.  To me, he hung the moon. He taught me many skills that I still lean on today, specifically singing and playing piano. There were some other skills that I don't use much, hunting and playing billiards, to name a few.  I didn't think there was much my daddy could not do.  There comes a time though, when we realize that our childhood heros are fallible.  I learned that at the early age of 14,  when my father passed away.  It took a long time to get over losing my hero. It took even longer to recognize that he was not the hero I needed. I needed a hero that couldn't die. I desperately searched for a hero that provided strong shelter, where I could hide myself and find security.   I needed a hero to rescue me from the emotional battle of hurt, anger and hopelessness. I needed a hero to become a Father to the fatherless.  I found that my true Hero had been with me all along, drawing me near and sheltering me when I did not even know it.   His gentle touch was healing me and His Spirit was anointing me for a purpose. I am living out that purpose right now.  My life is a part of His eternal story that He will write until the end of time.  I am continually amazed at His love and grace. I am so thankful for my daddy, who always pointed me to Jesus, my Heavenly Father and my Hero.

You are my Father, My God, and the rock of my salvation. Psalm 89:26


My sweet sister, this is a poignant reminder that our Heavenly Father is always with us. Our daddy was a very special man to a lot of people. We are blessed beyond measure to have him as our earthly father, if only for a short while. There are many times that I want to pick up the phone and talk to him. Those are the times that I turn to our Heavenly Father and pray. Just know that Daddy would be so very proud of the woman you have become. And by the way, he thought you hung the moon. I love you!

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