Happy Fathers Day!

For years I have struggled with this day.

You see, my father was MIA from the time I was 4 years old. And I do not mean because of the Vietnam War. No, it was his choice to not associate with me or my brother. He sent no cards, never called, nothing! He showed up when I was about to graduate from high school and showed his true colors at that time. I had no father.

It was not too many years later that he passed away and I grieved. Not for him, it was a selfish grief. I would never have a “normal” relationship with my father.

Leading up to fathers day this year we began to see a mother Hawk actively looking for her lost chick. Every day I would see her out and even chased her away a time or two; concerned for our cat.

She would fly all over our neighborhood calling, calling, calling for the lost chick. It was truly heart breaking to listen to her.

On Fathers Day I heard within myself:

Look at the ravens. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for God feeds them. And you are far more valuable to him than any birds!

 

– Luke 12:24

Yes, we are far more valuable to Him than any birds. But, be certain that God IS concerned about this mother Hawk. She is part of His creation. Why would God create and not be interested in the well being of what He created?

He asked me to be concerned about her as well – leading me to pray for her peace. He encouraged me to pray that she would begin the process of producing a new chick for which to care.

I was reminded how (years ago) He wanted me to gather to myself a new family unit – with Him as the Father – for which I could care.

The family, you see, is a picture of our relationship with God. Each role in the family describes a role in our Heavenly family. The Father God as our Dad, the church as the bride, the Holy Spirit as our Mother, the children as the obedient parts of the body of Christ.

For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God.

 

– Rom 8:14

Now, I had begun that process years ago. That family is fully entrenched in my being. I am consumed with intercession for them. And am truly blessed by what they have been able to do with their lives. A few of them even (graciously) call me dad. I am a blessed man.

God is good, really, REALLY good.

 


 

Thanks, Dad.

That mother hawk reminded me of how much you care for me and want me to use what you have given me to help others feel like they have the family that I did not have. 

You are a good Dad. And I appreciate You!

 

Happy Fathers Day.

Love,
    your son

 

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