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This picture, along with this caption: Thanksgiving Countdown Challenge: Day 4- I am so thankful for the legacy of faith and integrity taught to me by my dad. I still miss him so much. His life, though, served as a lesson that sustains and continually inspires. I am thankful for the time we had together and that he was a father who put his family first. showed up in my facebook memories earlier this week. This is a photo of me and my dad. When I reshared this memory, these are the thoughts that I also shared: Some days I wonder how I get along without him. He was not perfect. I am not trying to put him on that pedal stool, but he loved our Lord and he loved his family. This little girl always knew her daddy loved her and his love and care made it easy for me to trust God. He had a temper (he passed that to me), but he only lost it when the pressure of life were becoming unbearable, and he immediately was repentant and transparent. It was in those moments that I saw his greatest weaknesses and strengths. He was passionate and he loved hard. Even after I became an adult, I never felt like one with him. I always felt like his little girl. The norm is that kids, once they reach those older teen years, they start pulling away from their parents and wanting to grow up and break away. I guess I don't understand that because that was never me. I never wanted to distance myself from them. And even when I would go to visit, dragging my own little babies behind me, once I saw my daddy, that little girl, of the past, would re-emerge. I always felt like his little girl. The two years we were in NY, everyday (in my mind), I was plotting and praying on how I could get my parents there so I could take care of them. It never worked out. But God was merciful and good and he brought us back home to Alabama. And through a series of events, that I thought (at the time) were some kind of punishment, God orchestrated a way for me and Ronnie to live our dream-that was to own some property and move my parents there with us and do life together. For the last five or six years of his life, I had my daddy right there. I could see him every day. Mama had a couple of good years here too. I thank God for that. I thank God that Mickey Lucas was my daddy. Even though he has been gone for several years, I still wake up some mornings, that little girl emerging and wanting to go talk to her daddy. I am 52 years old, and I still feel like his little girl. And just went the emotional fall apart is more than I can handle, the Holy Spirit reminds me that my Heavenly Father is still there. I will always be His little girl. God puts me back together and I am reminded of the most beautiful memory-the day my dad stood in the front of Macedonian Baptist Temple (when I was a young child) and gave his testimony about accepting Christ as his Savior. I still remember that so vividly. My father is with My FATHER. And one day I will see them both. Parents, if you are not saved, you need to let Christ redeem you now. 1. If don't, when you die you are going to hell. Do not pass go, do not collect $100. It is hell for eternity. 2. If you surrender to Christ, you will be a better spouse/parent/person. You won't be perfect, but if the Holy Spirit is controlling you, He will guide you to make better choices and love through you. God's love is so much better than ours. 3. You need to lead your family to Jesus. You can't do that if you don't know Him yourself. 4. We are all gonna die. If we have been born-again, we will spend eternity together praising Jesus. This man, Milton L. Lucas Jr., was a gift from God to many. All the times my mom said, "Neasie, you are just like your father"- although she did not mean as a compliment at that time lol, I cherish those words. I hope I become more like him every day. The world needs more men like him.