Every year a fierce hurt pierces my heart. I wake up on Father’s Day and miss my dad more than the year before. Most Father’s Day’s I wish I could sleep through or skip over, but there is a man in my house worth honoring. The first Father’s Day I spent without my dad ten years ago, my precious man wrote me a letter, because you see not only was it the first Father’s Day without my dad, it was his first father’s day as a dad himself. We cycled through all the emotions. His letter poured out a heart of a man who knew how much my heart was aching without a dad to call on Father’s Day, without a dad to hug and kiss.
Sometimes Father’s Day hurts.
My heart is tired from missing him as much as I do. I miss his laugh; my dad had the greatest laugh.
I can’t neglect God’s promise for the hurting hearts. I cannot overlook the beautiful the incredible promise that God is a Father to the fatherless. My gracious God has not let me walk these years alone; He has carried my burdens and pain. He has stood by myside as I walked through big seasons of life without my daddy by my side.
Psalm 68:5 “A Father to the fatherless and a defender of widows is God in His holy dwelling.”
We have this truth, if you find yourself fatherless this Father’s Day for whatever the reason, God is a faithful father. He is our sure place, our firm foundation. A father who won’t forsake or abandon, a father who cannot perish.
Friend, Father’s Day may hurt but God is greater than any hurt we face. Wherever your heart may be today, know that you are prayed for.