My own father died in 2003, and I am still not at peace with everything, but I don’t obsess over it. My husband had a great day. I shopped yesterday for the makings of a father’s delightful feast, shish-kabob again, but this time beef, bratwurst all grilled to perfection with jerk marinade. Yummy veg salads, fruit medley, various accompaniments, and his favorite homemade pineapple upside down cake -made fresh by my daughter and new husband. All available family gathered and we had a nice little hike in the nearby park. Very nice day all around.
The sermon this morning was on the Fatherhood of God. The sun was shining and the weather was perfect for Ohio.
Fathering is a tough job, probably because so little is done to prepare men for it. Mothering the same way…. and there are no replacements that measure up, so we’re it! Encourage your hearts men, your family needs you, and you are so important in the great scheme of things, even if you doubt it. Even if you feel you fail. Just being who you are, and trying to do your best, you are more of a blessing than you know. Even if all you can give your child at this moment is best wishes from far away…. you have no idea what those best wishes are worth. They are a treasure and a blessing.