My husband is an amazing father to
my children. Despite the fact that his
father hasn’t been involved in his life from the time that he was a young
child, he has an uncanny knack for being an amazingly in-tune father. The kids run into his arms with yells of
“Daddy!!” every night, and he always takes time to listen to them. He makes it a priority to take each of them
on dates at least monthly and really get to know their hearts. I’ve never seen him turn them down when
they’ve asked him if they can help him with a project…despite the fact that it
takes him much longer with their “help”.
People regularly remark at what a wonderful father he is, especially
when they learn about his background.
He’s told me before that he just treats them the way that he would want
to be treated if he were a kid. It’s
really worked great! I really admire
him, and he is THE man that we celebrate on Father’s Day. I’m so grateful that my girls have an awesome
dad to be a part of their lives.
Two years ago, I fell into a deep
pit of depression because I realized that no one would ever look at me again
the way my husband looks at our girls. I
cried out to God telling Him how unfair it was not to have my father anymore,
or even to have another man take his place.
To this day, I still don’t understand why he was taken from me when I
was only 13. After I
read the book “Captivating” by Staci and John Eldredge, I realized how much God
wanted to personally meet the longing of my heart for a father. When I began looking for the ways he was
reaching out to me as a father, I was overwhelmed by His love and
extravagance…the parking space close to the store just when I needed it, the
compliments from perfect strangers on the day that I felt like the worst mom in
the world, and my favorite color of flowers in the landscape as we traveled on
mother’s day last month. The day I had the positive pregnancy test, I had to
giggle as I heard an automated message reminding me of an appointment for the following day that I
had made with my midwife a year ago. I
had no idea that I would be pregnant a year ago, but God did. I believe the timing was no coincidence.
It might be the pregnancy, or just
the fact that Father’s Day is only a few days away, but I’ve had a hard time
not crying when I think about my father over the past couple of days. He died over 20 years ago, and I still feel a
little pain. The hardest part of it all
is how important he is to me and how few of the people around me even know
him. So let me tell you a little about
him: He was a pastor, and he hosted a radio show
on our local station for over 10 years called “The Friend in the Night” where
he played bluegrass gospel music. Only
a few people know that he actually played at the Grand Ole Opry (where he met
Loretta Lynn). Besides being an amazing
musician, he was a fantastic dad. He
always made time to talk to me when I needed to talk, and every night he would
interrupt any phone conversation to give me a kiss good night. God has been so
good to me that I have no real reason to complain. Many of my friends have shared stories
about how awful their dads were…but I feel blessed to have such sweet memories
from my childhood. Maybe that is why I still have
days like today when I miss him so much.
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