|DANA'S DISCOVERY (standard:Inspirational stories, 2352 words)|
|Author: Ester||Added: Apr 28 2003||Views/Reads: 1902/1132||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Dana finds that there is more to a Christian life than just playing church.|
DANA'S DISCOVERY By Ester The social had been a wonderful success. With happy relief I slumped into a chair and leaned my head against the cool wall. It had taken three months of careful planning and brainstorming to come up with a very unique and memorable senior gala. There was a conscious effort to include enticements for the guys as well as the girls. Everyone had come and, I believed, had a great time. Designing group activities was my forte. It was an unusual talent that had turned into an exciting business. Quite an accomplishment for a young woman not yet out of college with a communications degree. In fact, balancing studying and business was a bit more at times than I could handle. On those occasions, Mom had stepped in and done the foot-work, the most time-consuming part of an activity. In two years she had helped out half a dozen times, usually around exam times. Faithful Mom! She was my mentor, my guide, my sounding board and my cheerleader. Anna, my sister, was my business manager. Mom just couldn't believe that people either couldn't or wouldn't take time and effort to plan their own outings and parties. It just wasn't that difficult to her. Now you know where my talent came from! However, she was thrilled that I could have my own business, make a profit and love what I did. Overhead was low. A phonebook listing, business cards, a computer, a phone line and lots of word of mouth advertising, was all I needed. Living at home while attending college saved lots of money. I helped out at home still, financially and with chores. That didn't amount to much after school bills, but I tried. The folks didn't tolerate any foolish or lazy ideas. If you share the house, you share the work. The six of us shared a comfortable old two story house that had been completely re-plumbed and wired a few years before we bought it. Oh, I haven't mentioned my twin brothers yet. They are sophomores in high school. There was plenty of room for all of us. Each of us has our own room upstairs, with a ‘parlor', dining room, large eat-in kitchen and den downstairs. The attic was where my office/study area was, along with the guest room. Dad had an office a few miles away where he did career counseling. An awful lot of people can't decide what they want to do with their job lives. He makes a living helping them see their abilities and desires point them in the right direction. He is the pride of our home. While Mom takes care of all the comforts of home and ‘feelings' situations, Dad steers our bunch down the road of life's training ground. While giving out lots of hugs, cheers and encouragement in everything we do, he also has certain ideas of behavioral expectations that are quite old fashioned. A lot of people are surprised at his narrow stand, but no one can doubt the genuine love that radiates when we are together. We've always known our folks were there for us no matter how good or how bad we had been. A friend once commented that Dad was so nice to us that he probably never punished us very hard. Boy! Was she ever wrong! While the whole family celebrated memorable accomplishments, there were consequences to every wrong doing. A private meeting with Dad in our folks' bedroom (where the paddle was kept in the bedside drawer) or in his study for stern lectures and instruction, was not pleasant. After the punishment, though, all was forgiven. As much as we disliked those times, we knew beyond any doubt that we were still loved, and there was a certain comfort in that. Mom was our life-line. She kept all of us on our schedule of activities and chores, made sure we were prepared and everything we needed ready for us; with a smile, no less. Of course, she had a strong backbone herself. Otherwise, she could not have accomplished all she did and we probably wouldn't have either. Church attendance was expected, Sunday morning, Sunday evening and at least one church activity during the week; visitation, youth tine, Bible study or Wednesday evening. Dad taught the junior high boys and had them eating out of his hand. Mom was head of the Ladies' Missionary Group. My brothers and sister went to the youth meeting and I went with Mom and Dad to Wednesday service. Even though we had no choice, we loved our church and activities there. The people were an extended family to us. Church attendance was an outward activity that reflecting the closeness to God we found in our daily, personal Click here to read the rest of this story (155 more lines)
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