Happy Father's Day

I had some things I wanted to write about this week, but I'm setting them aside. They don't seem so important now and must not have been in the first place, as I cannot remember them very clearly.

I just want to take the time to say Happy Father's Day. I don't know if anyone of you reading this is a father, but you have one, and I hope that you can and do appreciate what a good father does.

I've never really talked much about my parents on this blog before, but today is the day to make the exception. Before I got saved, I wasn't close to my dad even though we lived in the same house. I was basically scared of my dad, particularly because I was unemployed and didn't have any prospects at the time. I would go for days at a time where I wouldn't leave the house, and I was essentially a bundle of nerves. He was basically supporting me and I had nothing to show for it.

That said, I can look back and realize how foolish I was being. My dad loved and cared for me, and provided for me when by all rights, he could've tossed me out. The Lord was providing for me even then, when I couldn't even begin to see what He was doing for me.

Dad and I really began to get close when I got saved. I could respond to him in love rather than fear. Both he and Mom had been praying for me, because they knew things hadn't been right with me. I could begin to love and appreciate my Dad in a way I couldn't before.

Earlier this year, Dad had a health scare that forced him to make some serious changes to his diet and lifestyle. It made me stop and think about all the things of which I was afraid he would miss out. I want my parents to meet the woman I bring home to meet them, to see me become a husband, and maybe even become a father.

I love my dad, and I thank God that he knows that I do. I thank God for him.