Power filled Positive Thinking—Chapter 9A- I Am His Child
As I think back over my life, I realize how truly blessed I have been because I was the daughter of Charles William Garner. He had grown up on a poor dirt farm where he had plowed the fields with a pair of mules from the age of 12. This had made him very strong. He had attended grade school in a little one room school. Although he finished high school, he was not very good at reading; so some would have thought him uneducated. I knew better. To this day I am amazed by his wisdom. I never knew a day that he grumbled about how hard he had to work. In fact, he would work two and three jobs to make certain we had all that we needed. Sometimes, he would sleep less than 4 hours a day for months on end and I never heard him say, “I am tired.” It seemed that for Daddy it was a joy to be able to know that we were provided for. He never worried about getting himself a better truck, a nicer pair of jeans. In fact, he would wear his clothes until the holes were too big. He was never proud. Always, he was generous with a hand out to help someone less fortunate. He was a man of strength and honor. I never remember a moment of fear as a child because my Daddy would protect me. He had grown up in a very prejudiced area of the country and yet my father honored all men, ready to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it and a hand of friendship. Beyond that he stood for justice and what was good and pure.
I don’t remember every hearing my father say, “I Love you”; but, he didn’t have to. I knew how much I was loved by every action he made, every sacrifice he made and that look of pride he had with each achievement of mine. He was a man of few words; yet, I learned so much about God through watching his life.
My father left this earth with a massive heart attack in 1993; but his spirit and his memories live on in me. One day I will see him again as we stand before our heavenly Father.
