Father's day is sometime in June, if I remember correctly. Mother's Day is easy; it's always the week of my mother's birthday, that Sunday I think. Siblings and pets have birthdays to celebrate, and lovers are special enough to get one of the scarce few days in February. Why isn't there a day to celebrate all that God's done?
Don't tell me that's what Christmas and Easter are for. Christmas might celebrate the birth of Christ, but Jesus sure didn't fall into that manger because it lay beneath the chimney. And where was Peter when the stone rolled away? Peter Cottontail, I mean. We know where Simon Peter was.
I'm serious. God deserves a day when all we do is focus on him.
Your father and mother aren't always going to be there for you, but God doesn't mind babysitting, even if you're all grown up.
And, I don't care who yo daddy is, God is entitled to the "world's best dad" shirt.
Moms have it rough, and sometimes they just forget to take the chicken out of the freezer, but truth be told, God won't forget to feed you.
Since there's no calendar day devoted to the God of the universe, why don't we all take what's left of today and devote it to celebrating all that God's done for us? You know I'm going to.
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