Fathers Day is a day that wasn't always easy for me. For many years it kind of served as a reminder that I, "didn't have a Father", and I remembering feeling resentful on Mothers/Fathers Day because of the absence of both of my parents.
God is incredibly faithful though. The very moment I TRULY chose to forgive those specifics pieces of my past, He opened a door of opportunity that allowed me to go and see my father in Chicago. When I was there, I not only made the choice to tell him I forgave him for his absence, but also to tell him that I unconditionally loved him, wasn't angry, and most of all, that God loved him too. When he passed last year, I took comfort in the fact that our last moment together was so beautiful.
And I realize this:: I've always had a Father. I was never Fatherless. My birth birth father may have not been present, but technically I did have one.. Oh, and God is/has always been my Father is the best part.
I try not to be too deep with my posts, but we overcome by the power of our testimonies. And I have a feeling one of you needs to read this. Heck, I needed to type it. Sometimes life happens and you forget how strong you are. How beautiful you are. How big your heart is. And how amazing God is in your life when you surrender.
Thanks for reading. Remember:: to those that grew up without their birth dad, you were never Fatherless. He just wasn't present. And though it hurts, forgive. Choose to celebrate amazing Dads around you. ~MelRo
