I made the drive to the most unlikeliest of places to see my dad on Father’s day...in prison.
As I drove up my heart hurt. Hurt because I didn’t have what every little girl really wants. A Father that can be her hero. A Father who is faithful. A Father who is there. Though I’ve grieved this many times before, Father’s Day always reminds me of the hurt again.
Yet in the midst of the hurt, I had hope.
Hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. Romans 5:5
Yes I had hope. Hope because I know my journey is not done yet. God has been patient with me, as I’ve walked the path of choosing forgiveness. And He will continue to walk with me. He never expected my hurt to be healed overnight. He whispered His Truth over and over again to my hurting heart. I’m deeply and completely loved! (1 John 4:10)
He is a Father to the fatherless. Psalms 68:5
Yes at times, I feel fatherless. But I do have a perfect heavenly Father. One who is my hero. One who will not fail me. All earthly father’s will fail. They are human just like us. Some seem to fail in our eyes more than others. If that has been part of your journey my heart hurts right along with yours.
You received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba”, Father. Romans 8:15
So I’m choosing to rejoice today. Because, though my earthly father has not been what every little girls wants, I have a amazing heavenly Father who is all I could want and so much more. The best part... you can rejoice too.