Yesterday was Father’s Day. I hope you honored whoever is your father figure.
For some of you that person might have been a birth father. For others, it’s a stepfather or a relative or friend that serves the father role for us.
Me, I’ve been blessed with three godly men who were great examples of a father’s love, offering faith and wisdom along my way.
Daddy taught me how to fish, how to hunt, and how to dress out my bounty. He taught me how to build things, grow things, and cook around a campfire. He taught me raunchy songs and words as though I was a son, not a daughter, then reminded me to always be a lady. :)
My second father was my beloved uncle.
Uncle Dub told me often he was Ivo Jima when he received word of my birth. A Marine through and through, he taught me to shoot straight, with a firearm and with my words. He taught me the fun of antique auctions and old things. He showed unconditional love in the tough times and tough love when needed. He was a wise counselor.
My third father I inherited when I married.
The father of four girls the last thing my preacher father-in-love needed was another daughter…especially one who asked hard questions. He shared his Bible wisdom and whetted my appetite for studying the Scripture. And, best of all he raised his only son to be the best husband ever and a godly father.
All three of my daddies are gone now so Father’s Day is a bit a sad for me. I miss them, but remembering them on their special day brings back special memories and makes me smile.
These three men were such a blessing in my life. As Holley Gerth says:
“One of the greatest blessings God can give us is a father whose faith passes on the heritage of the past, provides blessings in the present, and guides us with wisdom for the future.”
How about you? Do you have a father figure you count as a blessing? Someone who shared their heritage and offered guidance for the present and the future.
I’d love to hear about your daddy.
My Daddy is the best Daddy in the world because he loves my mother and he loves his children. He always took care of our family and he continues now to look out for his children and grandchildren. He is not always observant and he has a poor sense of direction. i can say that because he passed both of these traits on to me. One summer we flew, just the two of us, from Houston to Colorado (not sure what city only that my mother met us there). Everyone was amazed that we made it. Of couse we did have stories to tell that still make me laugh. I’ve decided that laughter goes a long way when life is hard. I pray we will laugh every day even if it is at ourself or our father.