It is Father's Day in the USA. It is a day of mixed feelings as we celebrate the fathers and grandfathers around us. It can be mixed with sadness when we are the "oldest" generation in our family. Matt and I talk about Dad often. There is much to remember. He was one of a kind. We miss him.
I think about the fathers we chose in marriage... our partners in parenting. I am grateful for mine. He would do anything for the kids and for me... and he often does. Love is in the little things.
I think about the "Father Figures" beyond those given to us by birth. John Story comes quickly to mind. If you knew him... you know. My Uncle Larry was a second Dad... who loved us and disciplined us like his own. Uncle Mel taught me how much a parent's heart aches over their children's struggles... even when they don't express it to their children. Herb Roth spent 40 years as a father and grandfather figure in our lives. Monte Carl Willis Smith - a brother in love and uncle- but more like a grandpa to our kids. Denny Holm cannot be left out. He was one of a kind, too. I am sure I have forgotten someone... know it is not intentional.
These men provided us with unconditional love, shelter, wisdom, and so much more. Father's provide shelter in such a way that we can rest when we are with them. Safe and sound.
I love Joseph! I refuse to buy Christmas stamps that show Mary and Jesus if there is no Joseph. He chose to go through with the marriage knowing they would be laughed at, talked about, and disbelieved. He had some strong urging, but ultimately... he had to be willing. Joseph trusted God and fled with Jesus and Mary to Egypt until it was safe to return home, when Herod would have had the baby killed. Fathers protect their children.
We can dwell and abide in the shadow of our Heavenly Father who covers us with His hand.
"He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty." -Psalm 91:1
Today, I am grateful for shelter.
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