A Father's Love

Sunday was Father’s Day. If the calendar didn’t reminded you I’m sure the aroma of BBQ from a neighbor’s grill caught your attention before the sun surrendered to the starry night.

I don’t have a father to celebrate with, but I have a husband who is father to our two daughters and a father-in-law. We made BBQ wings for my husband in the afternoon. Actually I let the crock pot do most of the work while we were at church for morning services.

In the evening we had dinner with my husband’s parents. I found a thick biography on Dwight D. Eisenhower for Papa’s gift. My father-in-law is a serious reader. I also baked Papa a peanut butter chocolate cake to share with the rest of us for dessert.

Father’s Day always comes with a bitter/sweet tug at my heart. Tom and his father are precious to me, but I have a longing deep inside their affections are unable to fill. My father was abusive and couldn't handle family responsibilities.

My earthly father left me down, but we we have a Heavenly Father who never disappoints or abuses his children. He desires to draw us close into His outstretched arms. He thrills to listen to our voices and wipe away our tears.

Trust the strength of God’s unfailing love. Embrace the privilege of calling Him your Father. Delight in being His adopted child.