So, this has been a hectic week in the Schmidt household. We got a dog (who has a seizure disorder), my mom is constantly working outside, my dad has only been home two evenings this week, of course fathers day weekend and my brother… well he’s my brother. 😀
To be honest I’m not home much of the week normally. I tend to spend all my time at my best friends house. However, I’m glad I wasn’t there that much. My family and I aren’t close. Well, not like we use to be. However a couple of nights ago I seen a side of my dad I haven’t seen in forever.
We were watching one of our favorites. The Little Colonel starring Shirley Temple. Of, course. 🙂 However, there was a couple of scenes where some really old southern gospel was played, my dad started singing along. He had it memorized. I couldn’t help but sit and stare at him. We hadn’t spent time together in what seems like forever and here he is diving into one of my favorite things. Not southern gospel, but what it stands for.
Of all my family, I’m the only one who goes to church. I am slowly trying to pull all of them into coming with me. The one I thought least likely to ever step in the door was my father. I know it seems like I’m rambling but this little tidbit of information is important.
After the movie I thought more and more about him singing. I figured out why I just sat there and stared. It was because there was a spark. A spark that gives hope, maybe if I could tap into what had been revealed the other night I can show him God, and maybe my family will follow.
I haven’t read much about the Judges in the Bible. But what I do know about them is they were sent after the chosen people had turned their back on God. They were sent to bring them back and keep them there. I like to believe that I am one of them and you could be one of them too.
Judges 2:16 TNIV
“Then the LORD raised up judges, who saved them out of the hands of these raiders.”