When you’re a young girl, you don’t see the hidden parts of fatherhood. You only see the curfew-enforcer, boyfriend-inspector, clothing-objector, bank-teller side of a father. It takes a few years to truly appreciate the profound traits of a father. Not every man has these traits; not every father bestows his gift of unconditional love on his children. But mine did and one day I stopped to put those feelings to paper. It came out something like this:
what I remember of you:
not power yielded from a fierce hand,
or Fortune gained with a keen mind,
or Glory bestowed on a strong body:
Guidance from a generous hand
Discipline wrought with a discerning mind,
Devotion measured in tireless footsteps
down a narrow path.
a Heart that sought after your Father God.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad! You truly are the BEST!