It is a day for acknowledging special men in our lives. It embraces those in our midst and how they fill an invaluable role. The day honors these men, their efforts, their stewardship of provisions and their care for those whom they are responsible. Yet for many, it is so much more. I feel I may not be alone when expressing that Father's Day may come with fondness but with it, a reserved store of excess emotion, that which lends to grief and sorrow.
Today was a reminder of those who have passed. The memory of loved ones. It commemorates those whose impressions upon our lives remain. While it has been over a year, I still hear the voice of a loving grandfather who was much like a father to me. He was gentle and compassionate, honest and loyal. A man of integrity and quite protective of the meaning of family, my grandfather's memory will forever be fresh on Father's Day. I grieve his absence and will never forget to honor him on this day.
Today was a reminder of that which has yet to come. A desire unfulfilled. A longing to see an amazing husband have the joy of children in his midst. To have him hear the word "Daddy" from the mouths of his own. For him to be honored on such a special day will be a delight. To see his face in their faces. I give thanks for such deep desires, and while there is trust in supreme timing that manages the sorrow, this does not mean the emotions are void.
So while today was wonderful in getting to love on those so dear to us, it did come with its own set of hurts. However, it will continue to be a comfort knowing Father's Day will always maintain a comfort well beyond a date set aside on a calendar. It will be a reminder of the greatest of sacrifices. It will be a reminder of an unfathomable amount of love, of graciousness. Even in giving thanks for those special men in our lives, I pray to remember continually the Father who loves us, desires us, consoles us and will always draw us unto himself should we be willing.
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