“Leave your fatherless children; I will keep them alive. Your widows too can depend on me.” (Jeremiah 49:11)

 

I was 14 when I met my biological father. I remember growing up around friends and classmates who had a “normal” dynamic of a family, that I found myself secretly envious of. I never knew what it was like to have a “dad”. I mean, I had my uncles who acted as some amazing father figures, but I found myself sometimes craving that father/daughter relationship that I saw my cousins and friends have. The funny thing about meeting my father at 14 was that I never daydreamed about who I thought he was. My mother did such an amazing job at never bad mouthing him to me, she was something amazing like that. I remember meeting him and thinking that the father/daughter relationship that I had always found myself so envious of in others, would just bloom.

I thought that after that meeting he would see what an amazing kid I was.  I pictured that we would have these talks that only we understood; that our relationship would be so amazing that we would look back years later as we would be dancing during the father/daughter dance at my wedding, and laugh at a secret memory that only we shared. Sad to say, that relationship never formed. It’s taken quite a while for me to stop beating myself up for what felt like “rejection” from a man that never knew me. Needless to say, Fathers Day for me or for many other fatherless people is not enjoyable. It’s a holiday that I feel exempt from and find myself often disappearing for that day.

It’s funny. I am considered to be fatherless. I grew up not knowing of any other father but God. I was blessed in knowing that God is “A father to the fatherless…” (Psalm 68:5). I am blessed in knowing that before I could ever disappoint this Father, that He was already madly in love with me.

I find myself never feeling that same rejection that I once felt from my biological father, but instead God has blessed me with not only grace, but forgiveness.

With Fathers Day around the corner, I hope that this find the fatherless child that feels looked over, rejected, and unloved. I hope that this finds the fatherless child that doesn’t feel honored enough to have a father. I hope that this finds the fatherless child that sees themselves as God does….

Beautifully made.

 

You my dear, are not fatherless. You have a Father that will and has died for you!