There’s this song (<—listen to it here!)
that I absolutely adore
like no other.
It goes a little something like:
“You’re a good good father
It’s who you are
It’s who you are
Its who you are
And I am loved by you
It’s who I am
It’s who I am
It’s who I am”
I’ve belted this song more times
than I can count on one hand.
But, yesterday, it sunk deep into my
heart in a new kind of way.
My biological father is not one
to be boasted about.
That’s another story for a different day.
But, let’s just say,
I AM always beyond thankful for the
man I refer to as my earthly father.
Until all of a sudden,
yesterday, I became thankful for this other
man who is my father only by blood.
Because, you see, sometimes we need
reminders of what we aren’t necessarily thankful for
to remind us of the goodness of our truly good Father.
As I was singing to God
about His goodness,
He began to remind me of
a not so good father.
A man who abandoned me out of fear.
A man who still can’t own up to his faults.
A man who doesn’t know what love really is.
A man who I choose to show forgiveness
despite all of these things after all those years.
Without that man,
I would never know another man.
my GOD.
a man who never leaves or forsakes.
a man who knows no faults.
a man who embodies love.
a man who I get to choose everyday of my life.
BECAUSE of all of these things after all those years.
Because, you see, sometimes we need
reminders of what we aren’t necessarily thankful for
to remind us of the goodness of our truly good Father.
