Advent is that time of hopeful expectation. The time of actively waiting patiently. The time of not rushing things. The time of being prepared. The time of being ready for the day that will eventually and certainly arrive like a thief in the night.
That thief arrived last night. Apparently my life, up to this point, has been a very long Advent season. And now, this particular Advent season is over. As I said in my sermon Sunday, "The beginning is here."
I got home from the bar just before 10 last night. The new owners of The Mill Creek have made it totally non-smoking, so that was good. And it was a good night there .... some good conversations; and no mandatory shower after I got home. But I'm getting sidetracked.
So I get home last night and The Kids says, "Dad, what would you do if a boy wanted to ask me out?"
"Um . . . shoot him."
"DAD!!"
"No . . . I'd just lock him in the closet for a few years."
"O M G .... I'm going to be 98 years old with 98 cats and all alone because of you."
Then we laughed.
After we got that out of our systems, we had a nice little father/daughter talk with the long and short of it being that I get to meet the boy before they go out.
This should be interesting.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Advent Preparation??
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4 comments:
May God uphold you and keep you as far away from flaming projectiles, heavy objects and tools for bludgeoning as possible.
Welcome to the club, bro. May schmoopiness abound!
And here you go!
Mom
LOL! My dad told me I couldn't go on a date til I was 35. I still have four years to go. ;-) My best friend's husband is not letting their daughter (my god daughter) date til she's 30. She's only three right now, but the first boy that pays any attention to her, he says he's locking her in the basement with nothing to eat but Twinkies & Ho-hos. =P
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