Daddy, let’s talk

“Daddy, let’s talk.” Three little words from a young lady that will just absolutely make you stop in your tracks. One phrase said so simple and sweet you almost miss hearing it. Three simple words, said so boldly, you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong. Three words my daughter said to me one evening after a great day with her. One phrase every parent longs to hear but is scared when they hear it.

But as she said it, I could tell, there wasn’t anything wrong, it was all good. You see, it was right after our game at College Station and we had been together for the past 24 hours. Sleeping, eating, watching football, cheering on the Aggies and much more. I could tell throughout the day there was something on her mind. Something she wanted to say or do but just didn’t know how. And as we sat at the Cotton Patch restaurant in College Station, she simply said, “Daddy, let’s talk.”

I wasn’t sure what about but I was sure it was something. Could it be boys? It always seems to be boys. Could it be school? It never seems to be about school. As I looked into her eyes, I said, “Yes, we can talk.” There was time and that’s all we had that night. Nowhere to be and only about 2 hours ahead of driving for us. As she talked, I realized what she wanted. She wanted me. Nothing more, nothing less. She wanted time to ask her Daddy about growing up.

How were times “back-then” she would ask. All kinds of things she wanted to learn about and I was plenty happy to tell her about it. As we continued talking, I could tell she had a peace about talking to me. I could tell this was her first attempt at opening up and seeing how much she could trust me when asking me questions. I could tell this was the beginning, not the end.

Over the few months since this conversation, there have been countless times I’ve picked her up at school and heard, “Daddy, let’s talk.” We’ve talked about how dumb boys are and about how important school is. We’ve talked about problems with friends and who the best friends are. We’ve talked about God and His plans. We’ve talked about cancer, divorce and what hurts us. But mostly, we’ve just talked. Daddy and daughter talk. Things maybe she shouldn’t hear at times but at least she heard it from me. Time for us to grow closer together and build on what God wants us to build on. Talking. That’s it. No expectations, no demands, no pretending.

As I think about our conversations I can’t wait for Garrett to open up more and more. To me or his mother, it doesn’t matter. But I’ve also realized that I haven’t fully said these words all the time to my “Daddy” as much as I need to. Not my earthly Dad, we talk all the time but to my Heavenly Daddy. Why? I have no idea. I can talk about good things, bad things, dumb things or just nothing and He’ll listen. He won’t judge and I may have to wait to hear His advice. But through it all, He will listen. He cares more than I’ll ever comprehend and loves no matter what. He’s the One I need to say “Daddy, let’s talk,” a lot more often to. Three words, one short phrase we need to say more often. Daddy, let’s talk.

I love you all!

A Servant’s Heart – Thanks Mom

This morning, I heard a sermon about being a servant and it made me think. I know, it’s scary but for 3 days this weekend, I have been thinking about this and that. This sermon was great and all I could think about is why do we serve? Is it because we want to or because we are called to? I know for me, it’s because I’m called to serve others. But if you know me, you probably aren’t totally shocked that I like serving in my church, community and my family.

But as I sat and listened, I could only think about what was being said and my mom. Yes, my mom. If you know Sallie Amason, you know all she has ever done is serve others. From as far back as I can remember, she has poured her heart and soul into helping others. Mom helped start and has worked with the Eveline Rivers Christmas Project each and every year and has faithfully worked the coat room at the Christmas project with a smile on her face. And that’s not easy unless you are a true servant. Mom kept kids in our home for 21 years and she will never know how many people’s lives she touched and help mold over the years. From putting a coat on others to cleaning up after boys and girls, she has stood the test of time.

As the sermon continued, Jonathan talked about when we serve 2 people benefit. You and the other person. But why stop there? I think when you serve as my mom has done, you benefit, the other person benefits but so does everyone else you and they come in contact with. Like a ripple effect, your serving can touch people for years and for miles!

My mom will never see herself as anything else than a woman who did what she had to do. And that’s the heart we should all pray for. Her name may never be on the side of any building and she may never be awarded any national award but the blessings she has received and will receive are enough for her. (As a matter of fact, she will probably tell me I should not have written this because she doesn’t think she deserves this, but she does!!) She just likes giving what she has for everyone to enjoy.

Thanks Mom for being you and for showing us how to truly serve like God wants us to serve. I can’t imagine how different this world would be with more people like you in it. You will never know how much you have influenced me and so many others. Hold your head high and know that without your example, I would not be the man I am today.

I love you Mom!!