This Father's Day I have been thinking about the blessing of having my father. I recognize that there are many who do not share this because of an emotional or physical separation. I am not able to aptly discuss the remorse that I feel for these people who are close to me. For I have seen their pains and sorrows because of that separation, and it has made me feel that much more ungrateful for the privilege of having my father. How often I take for granted the opportunities I have to share my testimony with him, to counsel with him about life, to cry to him when I'm hurt or frustrated, to ping him while he's at work to talk about my job, or if something's bothering me. I have recently witnessed many father's being taken from their families for one reason or another and what an awful trial to bear.
It is an interesting thing, my relationship between my father and me the daughter and while it is imperfect, I cherish the perfect moments more than he may ever know.
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