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How did you spend Father’s Day? Did you go to church with your Father? Have a backyard cookout with him? Or are you a father yourself?

I spent Father’s Day driving home from Charleston with my husband, where we attended a wedding. We made every attempt to scurry home quickly so Mark could share as much of the day as possible with our children. While traveling, I was able to talk with my Daddy, the first man I ever loved. It’s days like those that make me wish I could be in two places at once.

I am a very blessed woman. I had the most amazing relationship with my daddy growing up. He was my my knight in shining armor, my dance partner, my cohort in crime, and my friend. He truly was my superhero, you just couldn’t see his cape.

As a little girl, I remember…

  • running to the front door when I would hear him pulling in the driveway. He would come in the door, set his things down and I would take his hands and step on his feet so we could dance, him leading and me holding on for dear life going wherever he took me. I loved it.
  •  going to the beach and playing Here Comes the Judge, a game he made up for me. He would hold my hands and as the large waves came towards me, he would lift me up and over them so they wouldn’t crash on me.
  • being a little older and holding hands with him as we skipped down the sidewalks of Gatlinburg singing loudly.
  • waking Daddy up crying from a bad dream, telling him someone put dynamite under my bedroom window and they were going to blow me up (I’ve always had a vivid imagination). I was inconsolable, so he grabbed his robe, took my hand and walked me outside in the middle of the night around the house to show me there was no dynamite and I was safe. He tucked me back into bed and I slept soundly.
  • driving over to Daddy’s office anytime I needed to talk with him about something serious. He would stop whatever he was doing and make time for me. He’d listen and then he would tell me what he thought I should do, even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear because he wanted what was best for me.
  • I remember calling him from college in the wee hours of the morning because my car broke down as I was driving friends home. It had to be towed to a garage and I was stranded there. He got dressed and drove to where I was and picked me up and took me home.
  • holding on for dear life as he spun and twirled me every direction possible while we danced the night away at my wedding.

Throughout my life, I have fond memories of my Daddy. He has always been there for me. Thankfully, he still is today. I have said before I have such a beautiful picture of Father God because of the amazing relationship I’ve had with my daddy. Yesterday, as I was driving home from Charleston, I heard a Christian therapist speak to that very fact. He said,

The relationship we have with our earthly fathers directly impacts how we see and relate to God.”

The famous pastor, A. W. Tozer, said,

What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.”

Having said that, our relationship with our earthly father is clearly important; however, if you don’t have a healthy relationship – or any relationship at all- with your earthly father, that doesn’t mean you’re a lost cause. The Lord can redeem all things. He said so in Revelation 21:5,

And He that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And He said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.”

I hope you have been blessed with a great relationship with your Daddy. I also hope you had a glorious Father’s Day celebration, because you have a Father i n heaven who loves and adores you, and He is worthy of celebrating.