“Good Morning Da.” were the first words that rolled through my mind when I awoke a few Sundays back. As I lie there in bed getting my bearings I had to laugh at myself. Often times over the years I have awoke with a song, a prayer or a simple greeting to the Lord upon my lips. And over the years I have known my God, as Lord, Savior Friend, Father, Brother, Protector, King, Provider. In prayer I often refer to him as Dad or Abba, but well Da was a new one. Obviously I have watched too many Irish films of late.
That morning was Fathers day, and I spent the day with my heavenly Dad. I had wanted to go to the river or the hills, the places I most enjoy being with God; but instead I spent the day sorting boxes. The day was not a waste for even in the midst of the tasks at hand He was there with me.
Then earlier this week I got a package in the mail. I had ordered it weeks ago but it had been backordered for so long I forgot it was coming. Curious I opened it to find a sweatshirt I had order from Irish gifts. (I need a sweatshirt to take overseas with me and figured my Marine Corp one was not a good option) So I had ordered a brown one that declares me to be Irish. Wrapped along side the sweater in layers of bubble wrap. Hidden so well I nearly tossed it out was a granite plaque, I had ordered as a gift to give away on Fathers day. Carefully I unwrapped it and gazed over the words engraved upon it. “Teacher, Protector, Wisdom, Coach, Father, Trust, Strength, Faithful, Inspiration, Leader, Hero, Mentor, Love, Provider, Friend, Counselor, Dignity, Integrity, Dad”
Originally when I ordered the plaque I considered ordering two. One for my step dad and another for Jim who has been like a Dad to me over the past ten years. I ended up ordering just the one, unsure of who I 
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