Am I the only one who puts
good and bad
labels on people?
My first dad’s mistakes cause pain leading to trauma. His bad label holds no good. My second dad rescues my mom and brings order. His good label contains no bad.
Some actions of my second dad are not so good and my conscience can’t accept this. My dreams try to work on this and reoccur every visit.
I attribute all bad dreams to my first dad, but God sets me straight. The first dream I am seven, hiding to protect myself. My brave 19 year old self works in the second dream to protect my family.
My mom tells me every visit, “You were always Daddy’s little girl.”
God uses the dreams and my mom’s words to help me understand.
My first dad is fun and joyful until lies catch up to him. He chooses to follow the lies instead of The Grace and Truth of Jesus, leading to my pain.
My second dad doesn’t know The Grace and Truth until he is 89 so he lives with standards. When he meets Jesus he becomes loving.