Maybe it was all a little too much, but sometimes I want to feel the hurt. I find myself wanting to be reminded of the ache of loss, particularly on a few special days throughout the year. It hurts so good, I guess... I would rather hurt than forget.
As I thumbed through his worn and much-loved Bible, I stumbled upon the very same page I had gazed at just moments after Dad passed.
Scrawled at the top of the page in his small, meticulous writing was this:
The
mission of a father is to equip his sons and daughters to inherit the earth.
The heart of a father.
My dad wasn't perfect. But this mission was etched into his life by his Father in the years leading up to his death and I believe the truth of that can be evidenced by my life and those close to him.
So thankful that I had 32+ years. They weren't enough, but they were a gift.
The beauty is that you don't need to be a father to have a father's heart! You don't even need to have children. The world needs fathers and God wants to equip us to equip others.
Be blessed and have a great weekend.
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