Perfectly broken. Happily married. Usually just post things about being a preachers kid growing up.
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Romans 10:13
For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord WILL BE SAVED.
If you confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, YOU WILL BE SAVED. Romans 10:9
Just finished a nap for 2 hours which I never do. Now I have the energy of a horse
running. Sometimes we just need to nap. It’s okay. You’re not weak. You are stronger and can pull off the rest of your day happier and get more done. Listen to your body. Whew. That felt good.
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Tales from a preachers kid. So my dad had zero spiritual awareness. I would stand behind him- over him at his back while He was on the computer preparing a sermon. I stood there a long time. 15-30 mins. And would just bust out laughing. Dad, seriously ? You can’t feel me over your shoulder? Nope. He could not ( I was checking his grammar and Hebrew to make sure it was right so I could hold a strong 30 mins behind his back without him even turning around) . I did this MANY times. It became a game of some sort. I’m aware. So when he died, and was not yet dead as I didn’t get the phone call, I just worked out in college and made oatmeal. He entered the kitchen behind me while I stirred. I just fell. I knew. He knew I knew. I couldn’t stop crying. Dad, why are you here? “I love you Racheal” as he places his hands on my shoulders. And I just broke in to a thousand pieces. Why are you here dad. Thinking I’m going crazy. Then a lady from our church called me from the wall phone and told me. I said, I know. Then the plane ride back home was filled with these massive amounts of cloud cells that looked like heaven the entire trip. God knows I love clouds. HE IS GOOD EVERY SINGLE TIME
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Tales of a preachers kid on the beach. My dad only cleaned up well because of my mom that made sure of it. Ironed his suits. This is them in the church. I know, it not being dry cleaned is blasphemy but we didn’t have a dry cleaners on the beach. My mom was the dry cleaner. He was in “workshop” gear every day of the week but Sunday’s. The only time he wore a suit and tie. Mom was awesome. Dad was amazing. Wouldn’t change out my growing up if paid a million dollars. It taught me something nothing else could ever teach me. Not even money. Love, respect, eat right, love yourself as much as God loves you. They were the real deal. 😭
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Idk why my picture attached. Just me and our son seeing Peter Pan in a live performance. It was so awesome.
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Tales of a preachers kid. So my entire life growing up, selling fireworks was a big deal because we had a lady in our church that made her living off the sales for that entire year so mom and dad and me and my sister volunteered. I tried to find the money canister we used to post a pic but can’t. Too much deep diving. Thought it was in my closet. Alas, Just hoping mom doesn’t see me sharing my thoughts because as a pk kid, you just smile.l- look pretty for the cameras. Anyhow. Every season that came up in the years, we would help. Of course. She had most of the fireworks units on the beach. It was literally. A 12ft by 7 foot coffin ready for explosion. She kept the leftover fireworks under her house. Okay, mind you, under her house means open air to rain and hurricanes. So only God knew when this things were to blow. Dad was a firework enthusiast. His fav time of the year. He died right before July 4th. We buried him that day and popped fireworks in his honor. He would build these pipe bombs to insert the firework so it gave off a louder bang. My dad was so cool. Not like the pipe bombs today where crazy people build. That didn’t exist back then. I can’t imagine how much my son’s life would be different with him in it. Take care of yourselves. Eat well. Live happy. Trust God.
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Tales from a preachers daughter. So. We had this guy come in off the boats. And he smelled so bad. The stench was simply overwhelming. But dad would bring him in close and give him a bear hug. Omg. My dad is alive with Jesus now but hang on with me here. So, the church was one building. Two doors separated the church and our home so people had to use our restrooms. Our personal restrooms. And he would use my dad’s tooth brush and shower, then come back in to the church to listen to him minister. 😭. He was just that desperate for Jesus. Or a clean bath. My parents gave all. And I got to grow up and see it and be that human today. Ohhhhhhh. How mighty and exalted is our God.
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Tales from a preachers kid. So we arrived on the beach. Time to enter the small school. My first teacher was named Mrs.Peavatoe. My mom said just imagine peas on your toe. Okay. Got it now. I had a lisp so I had people helping me in therapy at school. I still have the lisp so that didn’t work.
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Tales from a preachers daughter. Remember, I grew up on the beach. We had a police department. But they always looked away. So people cooked meth in their kitchens, had lions and tigers (let your imagination run wild there). I lived in what they call upscale Houston that day- since 4 years old. Dad decided to stop being a police offer and went full on preacher mode. What we could not fit in one U-Haul is what arrived. Dad wasn’t going back. So me and my older sister had our beds. My mom and dad, too. Table kitchen and some extras thrown in. A cabinet for the tv. I recall being 4 and leaving it all on the curb for people to pick up. I’m 4 mind you, and driving to the beach. We are in my mom’s Lincoln Mercy and I’m crying in leather seats. No please, I want to go back home. Mom did her best to reassure me. I walked in to what was to be my bedroom with this thing in the window of my a Glassdoor. It was the office of previous owners. So I had “office” written on my Glassdoor for years. Zero privacy. Then it was the ac unit hanging from a window. “What is this? Can we go back now mom. I promise I’ll be good”. The house had no female touch and smelled like the ocean and withering seafood. We stayed. I managed. Then when times got too tough, mom had to sell her beloved leather seat car to the neighbor that trashed it. She would look out the window everyday of our bathroom and see her car there, that’s a lot for a woman . Omg. I just remember staring with her. What strength she had. It was something like this. Not exactly. But she shined in all her glory and we had to sell her to the neighbor- of all people. So she saw it every single day from the bathroom window. Omg. I can’t.
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