It is the Friday before Father’s Day and I have yet to pick out a father’s day card for my dad. I stop at Walgreen’s and dig through the already picked-over Father’s Day cards looking for one that “says it all.”
A little boy pushes his way in front of me, grabs for a card, flips it open and says “this one.” He and his mom walk to the cash register with the first one they read and walk out hand in hand.
People come and go, and I’m still standing there reading canned sentiments about how much our Father’s mean to us.
How can someone else’s words REALLY convey what my father means to me?
How can I make my father understand the breadth and depth of love swelling in my heart for him, with the words another wrote?
So I attempt to put in to words what no greeting card has yet to convey.
The love of my father was always laughing, and joking, and putting food on the table.
The love of my father was quiet and strong.
The love of my father was consistent and freely given.
The love of my father was showing a strong work ethic, and possessing a loyalty that one does not see much in this life.
But mostly, the love of my father was always more than enough.
His love was enough to help me walk out in to this world when I didn’t want to and it was enough to allow me to come back when this world tired me out.
His love allowed me to widen the circumference of my life bit by tiny bit. Because, I was this skittish child who was afraid of my own shadow and I would have liked nothing more than to stay tucked away in the safety of his home. His love, and that of my mom, gave me the confidence and solid footing to know that, wherever I went, whatever mistakes I made, he would be there.
Along the way, he has fixed more light fixtures in my home than I can count and picked up my DOG!!!!! at the airport more than once.
He has driven hundreds of miles only to drive me right back again.
He has flown half way around the world and been to Countries he probably had no desire to see, only to be with us.
My father taught me not always with words, but with actions. Big actions, full of love.
And it was always enough.
But, for some, father’s day is a reminder of what they missed. Because some did not have a father teach them to play baseball or change the oil in the car. Some did not have the constant presence of a father in their life.
A father’s absence can leave a gash that never seems to heal; a gap that no one seems to fill.
Yet, there is ONE that can fill the void. ONE that consistently fills in the gap these here-on-earth dad’s leave behind.
The creator of heaven and earth, our heavenly Father, is the only ONE.
Because only He is the perfect Father. He is The only Father who loves flawlessly, and has our best interests ever before Him. His patience knows no limits, and His forgiveness washes away every stain and blemish.
For this reason, I pray Father’s Day is a day of great security for ALL of HIS children, whether you have known the love of a here-on-earth dad, or not. My prayer is that today we all experience the fierceness of God’s love.
Today, this is my prayer……
“For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.” Ephesians 3: 14-21