Reflecting on this past Father’s Day, I realized that this was my twenty-fourth year celebrating my father. A sense of sadness came over me at this realization. I’ve always admired my dad and have had what I would consider to be a good relationship with him, for which I am immensely grateful. However, I feel as if the greatness of my appreciation for him and our relationship didn’t fully surface my thoughts until after I got married and moved out of his house. When I didn’t get to see him everyday, when I no longer was able to simply walk into the next room and ask him a question, or play Call of Duty with him in his den when he got home from work – that’s when I realized what an enormous impact he had on my daily life. I’m not sure if this falls under the category of “absence makes the heart grow fonder,” but it wasn’t until I moved out from under his roof (note that a mere 20-minute drive separated us) that I realized how similar we are in our social tendencies, personalities, and opinions. I have always thought that I primarily took after my mother overall, but I never really took the time to examine the similar characteristics that I share with my father, from our humor to the shape of our noses.
I have encountered many people who have experienced falling-outs with their dad. There are some who have poor relationships with their fathers, or those who have an absence of a father figure altogether. I know people who have lost their father way too early in life. The idea of not having the dad that I have is one that is unfathomable to me, because honestly there is no other human on this earth that I believe understands my thoughts and feelings the way that my dad does.
One thing that resides within my spirit when I think about my dad is the fact that throughout my twenty-four years on this earth, he has always been there. The simplicity of his presence in my life has always been enough. Because of him, I felt safe and secure throughout my childhood. I cannot express the value of that security – the value of his presence. The value of a father.
It is the perfect example of the security that we find in Christ. There is peace in the presence of the Father.
This year, as I was able to celebrate my husband’s first Father’s Day, I can only hope and pray that one day our daughter will look to him with the same value that I see in my own father. That when she sees her dad, she will know she is safe. She will know that his presence in her life is enough.
Even more importantly, I pray that she always finds her security in the presence of her heavenly Father.
Here are a few shots from our Father’s Day spent at the park.
The righteous man walks in his integrity; His children are blessed after him.