Monday, June 16, 2014

Father. Baba. 아버지.

Father. 
A word that holds in its syllables the trust and love of his offspring.

Father.
Blessed are those who have one.
Who have a good man as one.

Her heart is saddened for those who are missing that piece of their heart.
That piece that allows fullness in life.
That piece that allows a feeling of acceptance.
That piece that allows a feeling of worth.

Father.
Almost losing hers has brought into her knowledge the searing pain of the absence of one.
Imagining life without that smiling face broke down her world.

Father.
But there is a greater One in heaven, who loves more.
One who cares for those who are missing their earthly father.


Father.
Thankful she still has hers to hold and laugh with.
To share memories and to make new ones with.
Thankful for him.

Father. 
Strong arms.
A kind gaze. 
Comfort and love. 

Wisdom procured through the years, 
kindly and gently bestowed upon his young ones. 

A treasure box full of fascinating stories.

Father. 
One who will always be accepting. 
One who will always love. 
No matter what.


Best friend and confidant. 
Greatest protector and biggest fan.

He gives her belonging and the ability to trust. 
He shows his love through a smile, a kiss goodnight, a morning hug. 
"Hey Punkin'" 

Father. 
Serving others first. 
Showing the love of Christ to his children. 

Helping them make their way in the world.
Helping them find their Savior. 
And wishing when he sees their searching, that he could have enough faith for even them. 
Wishing he could pick them up in his arms and carry them. 

Father. 
A trainer and mentor. 
Preparing his young ones for the harshness of this world. 

Never judgmental, only concerned with growth. 
Watching struggles with the pain of a parent, yet knowing not to interfere, to allow that growth to continue. 

Father. 
Whistler of old songs. 
Lover of his wife. 
Master sandwich maker. 

Father. 
"I love you morer."