Today, my dad was laid off from his job. I haven't wrapped my head around it. When you were younger, didn't you see your dad as invincible? Someone who couldn't be touched? My dad was that guy. If anything ever happened, there was no need to worry, because dad would take care of it. If there were monsters under my bed, he would pray at my bedside and they would know better than to mess with him. If my heart was broken, I could turn to the only man that ever truly loved me, the one that would never cast me aside. He was the man who I could fall apart on, and he would always be the rock that held me together. He did all these daring things that I admired. He climbed up a mountain with me wrapped tight on his back because I was too scared to climb it myself. He scaled our climbing tree when me and Derek could only make it to the third branch up. He had climbed the Lethbridge bridge. He conquered things. He took risks. And he wasn't afraid of anything.
Today, I found out my dad isn't invincible. He isn't untouchable. He was knocked down by some jerk (cough- bias) who does not fully appreciate the work ethic that my dad has.
No. He's not invincible... He's better.
Because even though something finally touched him, he didn't tell me how worried he was, or how scared he may have been. When he told me, he spoke of opportunity and God's plan, and I just knew from listening that he truly has confidence in it.
My dad may not be superman. He may not be capable of taking a bullet to the eye. And he definitely does not wear a cape and tights (to the relief of us kids!). But my dad is truly strong, because he believes in the Most High, and because he gave me reason to believe too.
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