My Daddy.

I take a moment to collect my thoughts and feeling on this subject because I find it difficult to truly express something that causes me to simply run away from everything and not say a word to anyone. But I have found that saying something when I don't want to say anything helps me. And of course saying nothing when I DO want to say something also helps just the same.
Okay, so here I go.
Breathe.
Why breathe? Because anger likes to get the most of me sometimes. Anger likes to stick itself in every space in my mind so that all my focus is on anger. Therefore I forget to breathe because that little section in my mind where it usually tells me to breathe is being occupied by anger. Anger is a space hog.
I dare not go into detail on what exactly has caused me to feel such pain, but to touch upon it ever so slightly, it has to do with my father. My daddy. Man, I love my daddy so much. I may argue with him at times and maybe we are two opposite people, but he means the world to me. And when someone tries to hurt him, I go nuts.
See, he has that personality that few have. He looks for the good in all people and he tries to understand they're problems and help them out.
He has been the best example of a father I have ever witnessed. He is such a role model in my life. He has diabetes and struggles to maintain his sugar every single day. He has to pierce that needle in his skin to keep him going. He's been suffering from a deep wound that has affected his bone for over a month but he keeps pushing. He works and works hours of study, hours of labor to keep our family up and going. He loves my mom like ridiculous mad in love. He love us, his children, like he's a lion and would kill for us. He is the daddy that makes my siblings and I all run to the door and fight to be the first one to greet him when he comes back from work. People look to him for wisdom and advise all the time. Somehow he makes time for everyone and everything. It's amazing what he does. There are so many good thing I could say about him but it seems that no matter what good things I may speak about him, there will still continue to be that force of negativity that seeks to challenge our family's morals.
My dad has served as a pastor since I could remember. We moved to North Carolina 4 years ago to leave the pastoral life aside. God had other plans for us. He had work for us to do here in North Carolina and so he placed my father as a pastor in a church in the city we live in but he was placed as part time being payed with part of a part time. But we all know that there's no such thing as a part time when working for the Lord. You cannot simply give a part of your time to God. You give youre EVERYTHING or NOTHING. There is not in between. You live your life for Him and give your ALL.
God's hand has been clearly seen in the years we've been here. But now is when we're experiencing a bit of that turbulence once more. My father has patience. He keeps his head down when others like to keep it higher than the clouds. He is humble. He's been working all these years to prove to others what he is capable with God leading the way. I just pray that the main church can see what they keep on pushing away. I pray they can see what they keep on delaying.

God answers prayers according to His perfect will.