At a very young age my Dad walked out of my life. Throughout the years he would pop in & out but he was never around long enough for me to feel comfortable calling him dad. He was a long lost stranger in my eyes. As I grew older it never bothered me that I didn't have a father figure in my life except on one day a year – Father's Day. You see, all my friends would celebrate their dads – saying how awesome they were. I didn't have one to celebrate – in fact I had nothing good to say about my father. I felt left out & wondered why I had to be the fatherless one.
Fast forward to June 15th – I'm sitting at breakfast surrounded by my teammates, including a team we were working with in the village, when a man from that team offered that they could use his phone to text their fathers for Father's Day. All of them were SO excited & started passing around the phone. Text after text sent & smiles ear to ear. Quietly I sat on the bench hoping I wouldn't be asked if I wanted to text my dad. I ate my breakfast quickly and walked away from the group.
As I sat quietly thinking to myself I came to a conclusion – I feel like it's a blessing in disguise that I don't have a father figure. Because of this it's always been easy to see God as my father. That's what He has always been for me – plain & simple. In reality I've never lacked a father – I've had the best one all along. One who is always faithful & true. Who loves me unconditionally at ALL times. A father who believes in me and calls me to greater heights. A father who chose me as His own.
Now, in the future when fathers day rolls around this can be a day of joy. A day where I celebrate the greatest father around – the one who never changes, the one who dreamt of me in the beginning of time – the Alpha & Omega – God.
Father to the fatherless, defender of widows – this is God whose dwelling is holy. Psalm 68:5
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