I spent the better part of my childhood dreaming of a make-believe father that I could trust. In my dreams, he was someone who I longed to please and pleasing him would never be impossible. I would never be nervous or afraid to spend time together. He would never look at me with resentment or hostility. He was never my worst critic and I never left his presence feeling defeated. I would rest in his arms and feel loved.....and safe.
What seemed lofty and unreasonable was actually a hearts desire that came from my maker and was etched in the Word of God.
"Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord." Ephesians 6:4
Who knew that all those difficult years were marking the trail towards the father of my children?
God knew. Through His sovereign knowledge he married beauty from ashes and caused a great a conforming change that would bless not only my life, but the life of my husband and the future lives of our children. Because God pursued me, and changed my heart to surrender to Him as Father, I am reaping the blessings of what it is to be married to a man who shares in this promise. Praise God for the trial and again for the provision.
My daughters have rested their heads on the chest of their father more times than I can count. At just 4 years old, our son has a reverence and admiration for his daddy. He sees something to emulate. It is.....without question....the most precious thing, to see my children in love with their father.
Happy Father's Day Chris. I love you.