I've never been sure how I feel about Father's Day. You see, I lost my dad when I was just a 9 year old girl. I remember those father/daughter dances where I had to get a "stand in" daddy because I didn't have one. Why me? Why would I be the one to grow up without a dad. Well, just a couple years later my mom met a man. I thought he was terrific, that is until he decided he was going to marry my mom. Um...I don't think so!! For some reason they decided I was not going to run the show and they ended up marrying.
Many years I carried around anger, bitterness, hatred toward this man. There was no reason for it except that he wasn't my "dad". It took me a long time and I mean a LONG time to finally realize what a blessing we had been given. He had been married before and had lost his wife. They were unable to have children. So, instead, he got stuck with the three of us. Who in their right mind would marry someone with a 13 year old boy, 11 year old girl and 5 year old boy. (Guess my mom was really somethin') But boy he loved us, just like we were his own.
He has been such an example to me of unconditional love. Even though he got nothing in return from me, but grief, he kept on loving. He is the greatest dad anyone could ask for. He is a "papa" that any grandkid would dream of. And right now, two of his grandchildren (my kids) are without their dad. He is being a dad to them in every way he can be without overstepping. I pray that some day my kids will want to see their dad but for now they know they have the unconditional love of their papa.
One last thing...because of seeing unconditional love in the flesh, I was finally able to believe in God's love. It wasn't an easy road or a short one but I did get there. This man, my dad, gave up his life to be what we needed. Jesus gave up His life to give me life!
I love them both. My dad. And my Heavenly Father.