Day Ten: Lost time – Part V

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Mmmm! I woke to the smell of breakfast cooking and stretched in the bed. It was a new day and last night seemed like a bad dream. Maybe it was. Maybe it was all just one bad dream! I jumped out of bed and ran to my parents’ room. Dad was still in the bed and I called to him as I jumped up.

“Good morning, Dad!” He didn’t move. No hug, no words, nothing. My smile faded as quickly as my hope that I had been dreaming. I knew better. Just like always, my father was passed out from all the beer the night before. He’d be this way for at least an hour; he always was.

As I watched him, I got angry. I wanted to pull out his belt and whip him, just like he’d whipped me the night before. My back still stung from the beating and I wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt me! But, I couldn’t. I dropped my head in my hands and could feel my face burning from the shame. How could I even think something like that? He was my father, and I loved him. Anyway, he wouldn’t even remember what had happened. He never did. Why punish him for something that he wouldn’t even remember? Only a bad son would do that. My father deserved a better kid than me.

Tomorrow: Lost time – Part VI

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Written by Paul Jenkins
Paul Jenkins is lead pastor of The Gathering, a community church located in beautiful downtown Albemarle, North Carolina. He's the author of God is My Air Traffic Controller and My Name's Not Lou. Paul is passionate about his wife, his 3 children, running, reading, coaching, leading people who are following Jesus, Swedish Fish and the Carolina Panthers.