Happy Birthday Daddy

  
My daddy would be 70 years old today.  

I am sure he is celebrating Big if they celebrate birthdays in Heaven. If they celebrate homecomings, this November will be his 8th homecoming anniversary. 

 I miss hearing his voice and his great big hugs and kisses and even his sneaky mischievous bite of my nose. I miss all his silly rhymes and poems and his calls just to say nothing but “It’s Your Daddy & I love you

I miss the emails and the phone conversations that lasted for hours and hours never running out of things to say. I miss that he loved large and always tried to help someone even in the times he had not much to give. I miss sharing recipes and what new music we found. I love that he never ever made me wonder if I was loved or special or the apple of his eye. He always said or signed his pictures “My favorite daughter” which he also did that to my sisters too! 

He gave me a love for all sorts of music and taught me to never despise the hard times. I loved how he could tell a story and make you feel like you were right there. He always made sure I knew he was one of my biggest fans. 

Sometimes I imagine my dad and my brother Toby (whose 10th homecoming is in a few weeks) and the amazing mansions with elaborate gardens and koi ponds and all the amazing art Dad is now creating for Jesus and my brother Toby playing and loving on all the animals and babies in Heaven. 

I spent far too many years very sad on their birthdays and homecoming anniversaries. I grieved my brother’s death in 2006 without hope and was able to grieve my dad’s death in 2008 with much hope. 

I am comforted now that because of the sting of their deaths I have come to know Jesus on a much more personal and deeper level. Because of my trust and their trust in Jesus, we will all one day be reunited. The more time I spend in my Heavenly Father’s presence the closer I feel to my earthly Father and my brother Toby. 

I am thankful for the moments that I see my dad’s dimple and quirky smile, his funny and hilarious personality and of course his True Die Hard Dallas Cowboys fan in my son, And I see his amazing artistic talent and fix anything, so creative and kind loving spirit in my daughter.  

Happy Birthday Daddy! No sad tears today –

 I promise not to be a squall monkey.  
   XXOO ~ Your Favorite Daughter, 

                        Michelle Bollom 

Welcome Home

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I recently had a conversation with someone that was talking about how they felt they were distant and not really walking with the Lord right now. They felt that they were not as close as they once were because they have been living in known sin so they felt like they were not in a position or even worthy enough to have a relationship with God because of that sin.
That made me think of an encouraging word a friend spoke into my life while in Israel this Summer. He said that God loves me even when I am seeking and struggling in various areas and not to be so hard on myself.

I decided to speak those same life words into my new friends life and I want to speak them to you.

God does not have a sin scale where He grades our sins. They are all the same in His eyes, but no matter what, He still loves us.
He doesn’t leave us or love us less when we struggle.

I wrote this in my journal last week. I hope it encourages you.

“Love the you now and the you that is coming-God loves both of them the same so you should too.”

And then I heard the words of this song…”No, Mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done”.

We are all searching and struggling and looking in all the wrong places instead of looking to God. We think we have way too much baggage to come back home, but He wants to be our baggage handler and help us unpack.

Can you just picture Him saying ” its time to Come Home My child, Father is here. I am always eagerly awaiting to embrace you. Drop that heavy luggage and stop running. You can’t outrun grace anyway. No, mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done, Just Come Home.”

When you do He will take those heavy bags and simply say “Welcome Home My Child.” ~ XXOO Michelle Bollom
© RestoredMinistries

Song Sunday this week is
Come Home by Luminate

http://youtu.be/Ep-8-uPT6kU

Lyrics:
Verse 1

You’re best friends with the word regret

You’re afraid that your life’s been wasted

So why hope if it’s only gonna let you down?

You don’t think people really change

You’re a mess and you’ll always be the same

And you doubt if you’ll ever get it turned around

Chorus

So you’ve been running, searching for something

But you’re looking in a place you don’t belong

It’s never too late, you can’t outrun grace

No, Mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done

Come Home

(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh oh)

Come Home

(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh Oh)

Verse 2

You can try to fix your broken empire

Put bricks on a cracked foundation

But you’ll be building castles on the sand

There’s power in the blood of Jesus

Your father’s screaming “Just Come Home!”

He’s reaching out His hands

Chorus

I know you’ve been running, searching for something

But you’re looking in a place you don’t belong

But it’s never too late, you can’t outrun grace

No, Mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done

Come Home

(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh oh)

Come Home

(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh Oh)

Bridge

From the shadows, From the wrong roads

From the darkness, From the unknown

To redemption, Something beautiful

To a new love, to a new home

Chorus

I know you’ve been running, searching for something

But you’re looking in a place you don’t belong

But it’s never too late, you can’t outrun grace

No, Mercy doesn’t care what you’ve done

Come Home

(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh oh)

Come Home

(Oh, Oh, Oh Oh Oh Oh)