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.
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.
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.
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."
OK....so I am playing catch-up here. I asked you about this posting, though. Remember? I did not want to comment on something I didn't know how it was meant...in general or for your "Father!" You are blessed with a very special one. He is everything you describe & more. The same thing goes for your Mom. I don't think I have ever met a family who are as close as your's is....EVER! I know a lot of that comes from being together/alone so much of the time. All you had was each other & connections and love have been made that can never be broken.You & Trev are your parent's world & the same goes for you two with your Mom & Dad. Christ knows what devoted....the word "apostles" comes to mind, so I will use it...y'all have been & blesses you in ways you may not even realize yet. The time will come though.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry it has taken me this long to get back to your blog. I will try to do better. Love you.