VL-Issue 44- July 22
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I felt so inadequate at that moment to speak into their lives—I<br />
hadn’t walked in their shoes, so how could my story possibly make a<br />
difference to them? Besides, it just felt wrong to share how good my<br />
parents were to me when others had been hurt so badly by theirs.<br />
I felt God encouraging me, though, to lay aside my insecurities and<br />
share my story as He led. He had brought me to speak behind prison<br />
walls for a reason; it was time to trust Him with my story. God wanted<br />
to use lessons from my water-ski career and stories about my parents’<br />
sacrificial and unconditional love to paint a beautiful picture of His<br />
love. For people who have been raised by harsh or absent fathers, it<br />
is difficult to imagine God being any different, especially since we<br />
call Him our heavenly Father.<br />
I was reminded of this truth just the other day in our weekly Victorious<br />
Living team online meeting. Out of 9 team members, 5 had<br />
been abused, abandoned, rejected, and harshly disciplined by their<br />
fathers. And as a result, they have often struggled with insecurities,<br />
shame, unworthiness, anger, fear, distrust of authority, and a sense<br />
of being unwanted. Each admitted it was challenging not to put the<br />
face of their earthly fathers onto God. I was reminded of how blessed<br />
I am to have a loving father.<br />
I find myself sharing many stories about my dad’s wisdom or actions<br />
when I’m speaking. That’s not because my mother’s influence in my<br />
life is any less significant. My mother, Becky Overton, is a precious<br />
jewel. Mom modeled the Proverbs 31 woman daily. She trusted the<br />
Lord and worked diligently to care for my father, brother, and me.<br />
For 15 years, she served as my daily water-ski coach and helped me<br />
become a world champion.<br />
It’s just that Daddy is way more vocal than Mom. And his incredibly<br />
demonstrative, larger-than-life personality makes for some pretty<br />
lively stories. God has used Daddy’s strong voice and actions to provide<br />
me with direction, correction, and encouragement.<br />
My father, Parker Overton, taught me how to live a Godhonoring<br />
life. I must admit, I rolled my eyes at him a time or two, but<br />
his one-liner lessons sure have stuck in my mind.<br />
Some of these lessons include: Leave a place and thing better than<br />
you found it. Say thank you. Share all you have with others. Be generous.<br />
Notice your surroundings. Be a person of your word. When you<br />
speak to people, look them in the eye. Make people feel important.<br />
Give a firm handshake.<br />
“Protect your reputation,” Daddy would say, “because it’s hard to get<br />
it back once it’s gone.” I heard that one a lot. And you know, he’s still<br />
teaching me even though I’m in my fifties! That’s what good fathers do.<br />
I can’t go anywhere without his voice playing in my head. If I’m<br />
in a parking lot, I’m alert because I remember, “a parking lot is a<br />
dangerous place.” When I fly, I hear his voice prompting me to pay<br />
attention to the flight attendant: “She deserves your respect, baby.”<br />
Last week, I put down my phone to give the lady my utmost attention<br />
even though I’ve flown hundreds of times and can quote the safety<br />
instructions and mimic every hand gesture from memory.<br />
I’m thankful my father cared enough to teach me how to honor God,<br />
people, and places. And he didn’t just preach at me; Daddy practiced<br />
what he preached. Day in and day out, he lived a life of integrity<br />
Parker and Becky are great examples of service and faith to<br />
their family. Pictured above with their son, Michael, daughterin-law<br />
Holly, and Kristi after Parker received The Order of<br />
the Long Leaf Pine Award, NC’s highest governor’s award for<br />
persons making significant contributions to the state.<br />
and excellence in public and private. “People are<br />
watching you, baby,” he’d say. He didn’t realize that<br />
I was watching him, and what I witnessed taught<br />
me volumes.<br />
For example, the way Daddy treated Mom showed<br />
me how my husband should treat me. Even after<br />
56 years of marriage, he continues to open her car<br />
door, hold her hand, and speak well of her in front<br />
DON’T PUT THE FACE OF<br />
YOUR EARTHLY FATHER ON GOD.<br />
of others. He truly loves her as God intends. Not a<br />
day goes by that he doesn’t tell her how beautiful<br />
she is and how her beauty would make “a tadpole<br />
slap a whale,” “a bulldog break his chain,” and “a<br />
momma cat leave her kittens.”<br />
The way he treats his friends taught me to generously<br />
share the blessings and opportunities God<br />
provides me, whether or not someone can (or will)<br />
return the gesture. Likewise, the way he treats his<br />
employees taught me to honor those under my<br />
authority. Daddy has always cared for those who<br />
work for him, whether at his business or our family’s<br />
property. He treats everyone like family.<br />
And he is always at work behind the scenes trying<br />
to make people’s lives better. Like when he arranged<br />
for his dentist friend to give the girl at the Hardee’s<br />
drive-through a new smile. He hadn’t forgotten his<br />
own pain of having buckteeth as a child and how<br />
he felt when he looked in the mirror or was taunted<br />
by other kids.<br />
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