O-Dark-Thirty

I found this in my archives. It's now a guest post by Elizabeth Bernhardt. Darling Daughter, this was the best Father's Day gift ever!  I love you! Dear Old Dad. Dear Dad, For all those times that you have… Taken the time to talk to me Shown me a book that was really great Encouraged me in areas I felt I was bad at Given me an honest assessment of myself Stayed up all night to help me with that science project Put things into perspective Consoled me after a crushing loss Given me drawings and stories Done something so funny I had to laugh Showed me that grownups are human too Played a game with me Cooked dinner for me Given me drawing lessons Given me writing lessons/critique Flipped me into the pool Let me pound on your Back Corrected me after I did wrong Praised me after I did right JUST BEEN A DAD… Because, after all, aren’t those the things that really matter?  Thank you, not for being a father, because anyone can be a father. Thank you for bein

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost speaks of two paths. It's a famous poem. Even if you don't like poetry, it's worth reading. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. When Jesus surrendered Himself to die on the cross, two paths em