from father’s day to father’s day- and everything that has passed from then to now.
see he became “Daddy” when i became real… and you never understand what it means to not have something real until you’re losing it.
yes, you find yourself with face pressed close to floor
and the only words are wept to the Father who knows.
The One who Comforts fully.
and it’s a drawing of self to Him, of clenching tight to His robes, and of realizing that- though it is dark- and the light seems to never be coming-
this just may be holy ground.
so we bend down low to undo dirt encrusted sandals
and we open our hardened palms to receiving – when all we really want to do is clench white knuckled tight to these things of this life that are good … and ache us raw to think of losing – to open the hands and maybe to be able to see this, the hard eucharisteo.
this life of mine began with my Heavenly Father’s plan who gave me to this Daddy of mine.
He gave me to the man who loves to sail the untamable oceans- because He knew how important it would be for me, to have a Daddy to teach me to love the untamable times of this life.
He gave me to the man who cares more for his Heavenly Father’s opinions than those of any others.
to the man who wakes early to steep his soul long in his Father’s Word- how life-altering that can be for a child to witness in her daddy’s life.
He gave me to the man who loves and serves deeply and diligently.
the man who is slow to anger, and the most patient i have ever known. – because, yes, God knew i needed a man like that to be my daddy – one that would love me and suffer with me – because patience is suffering, and it takes truly patient people to always truly love and like their child.
a man who would walk through the all of this life with me as all as he could… all the while teaching me that the One I needed more than anyone or anything else was Christ, and that when he would fall short, Christ never would.
a daddy to point his child back to her Father, knowing his imperfections enough to not take on the trials of this world without fully leaning into the One who has overcome the world.
one who blesses me and believes in me.
and maybe he isn’t the world’s perfection of “Daddy,” but he was created to be the perfect Dad for me, and I was created to be his.
that, to me, is enough.
so, “Happy Daddy Day” to a truly wonderful man
– i have been extra ordinarily blessed to have you as mine.