I have been home for the last few days; giving me lots of little chances to just think. The idea of what I’m writing about now came into my head the other morning as I was driving to my Dad’s house. I was listening to a country station (i’m still trying to figure out who is to blame for this) and there was some song on talking about a daddy and his daughter.
I started thinking about how fortunate I am to have a dad like I do. He is present. Gentle and loving. He cares about what is going on in my life and he listens. He has made and continues to make sacrifices for me- both to my knowledge and not. He supports the choices I make. He makes me feel special. Oh how the list goes on; I could never do him justice.
Being able to see this picture of what a fathers love looks like puts it into perspective just how much more extravagantly God loves me. I am tearing up just thinking about all the love that abounds from my dad towards me- and to think that God’s love is immeasurably more than that. Wow. I pray that I, that anyone reading this becomes more and more aware of that truth as each day passes.
Dad I love you so much.
