Finding love in all the right places

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This month we celebrated our one year anniversary! Me and Jimmy, that is. Somehow, this photo of my folks made it’s way to the inside of my book bag. Likely, it’s with me to remind me all I know about marriage. Likely it’s with me to remind me all I know about moving. Likely, it’s with me to remind me of all I know about miles, minutes and marathons. What I know is this too shall pass like the night turns into day. The light it marches right on in and covers the night. The light it sweeps the sky like a broom until all is bright. Every cloud becomes evident as the dark gives way to the light.

Yes, Jimmy and me are still very much in love. Our present homeless situation is growing our love one for the other. Though, we are apart we are tufted together. Jimmy was a single Dad for years and now his son is some twenty years young. He too lives in the heart of Tennessee, footloose fancy and free is what he be. My Jimmy is from the land of my Father.

When it’s not what it had been, go back to the land of your fathers and to your relatives, and I will be with you.

Almost fourteen years ago … broken, beaten and battered, my sweet Daddy sent me to safely live here. Here being Murfreesboro, TN. At the time my brother-in-law was an officer on the Franklin Police Force. Me and my children were super blessed to moved into a brand new house a few streets over from my sister and  her now x-husband … the Policeman.

When it’s not what it had been, go back to the land of your fathers and to your relatives, and I will be with you.

Several years ago when me and my children found ourselves at Southeast Baptist Church we were looking for the great love of my earthly Father. And we found it. In abundance, we finally foundc We found it in the pastors and the entire deacon body. They all loved us just as we were, with little regard to my Single Mom status.

When it’s not what it had been, go back to the land of your fathers and to your relatives, and I will be with you.

 My earthly Father went to see Jesus some eight years ago. Not once in my entire life have I ever addressed my earthly Father as Father. My Daddy did not allow us, his four children to refer to him as such. We could only address him as Daddy. From the moment we were able to speak Daddy made sure we knew and understood he was not our Father. Daddy made sure we knew and understood that we have a Father in heaven. While my Daddy was here on earth he was a good and kind Daddy and yes he was and is my hero. His birth name was Jimmie and just like my Jimmy my Daddy was/is from Franklin. My Daddy was a Jr. and most of his family addressed him as such.

When it’s not what it had been, go back to the land of your fathers and to your relatives, and I will be with you.

I along with many members of my family own a home in Franklin, so technically homeless I’m not. My Granddaddy, Old Man D McCullough purchased our family home place back in nineteen hundred and twenty-eight. More than fifteen children were born and reared behind the block walls of the ground which is no thing but fair. Countless numbers of Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren alike have feasted much and fasted little … there. I am but one of many. The number is far to great to grasp and it would hurt my heart heavy to leave out one in order to please a count.

The deceiver wants to break us but Jesus lives to make us all more like Him.

We are joining Holley today for Coffee for Your Heart weekly link-up!

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Love to the all of the one and only you.