My Dad.

My dad has never been a religious person. He grew up a Methodist, but never lived his faith. He went to an all Mormon school and married my mom, who is by far the most Religious person I know. She prays the rosary everyday and has since I can remember. Her devotion to Mary inspires me and she has prayed for my dads conversion for twenty years. He got Baptized with my little brother 12 years ago and still didn't seem very into his faith. Then, he got a job in Billings Montana. We moved last summer and our house in Washington is still on the market. So he made a dedication to Our Lady to say a novena with our family until our house sold. Then that novena turned into a second, third, fourth novena, until he decided we won't stop, even when our house sells because it has brought us so much closer together as a family. Now, he goes to adoration every day during his lunch break and prays the rosary, prays the Byzantine rite liturgy, and sits with God. Today I went with him for the first time and I've never seen my dad happier. His faith is a very personal thing to him and he doesn't share it with many people. It gave me so much hope to see him like that. This homeless man started visiting him there last week and now my dad brings him lunch everyday and they pray together. It's crazy how God works sometimes, but everything always turns out for the best if we trust in his plan. My dad's faith inspires me all the time, especially when we get to pray together because that's not the dad I used to know. This one is so much better.