This weekend we celebrate a wonderful day to honor our dads. I love Father’s Day and that may sound strange from someone who grew up without a dad.
My dad, who was career military was overseas quite a bit of my young life. He came home in May of 1970 for what was to be a long season stateside.
Five short months later, just 2 weeks after my 9th birthday, Daddy lost his life in an auto-train accident. It wasn’t so strange at first because I was accustomed to him being away most of the time.
But as I grew up and witnessed other kids interacting with their dads, I began to sense the true weight of the loss of my dad. It would take some 30 years before I would come to realize that I hadn’t grown up without a Father.
I had merely overlooked the fact that although I grew up knowing and loving God, I had not fully realized that He was the Father who had observed every tear that I had cried, any time disappointments left me with a broken heart and dashed dreams. He had been there all the time to remind me that I was loved and supported. He had given me hope and courage when my strength would fail.
So although I don’t have lots of memories of an earthly father, I loved my daddy deeply and know that I will see him again…. the Father who loves me more than life … the one who dries my tears, watches me dance when no one else is watching, and understands when life doesn’t work out to be fair, is my Father God.
So Happy Father’s Day, to my Eternal Father, God, and King! And thank You, Lord, for a lifetime of love and hope that I will be able to share with You for all eternity! I could not ask for more….
If you are missing a special “Dad” this weekend, remember, God is with you!