Father’s Day has always been a reflective time for me over the years, a wondering what might have been, thoughts of gratitude for fathering moment from far flung sources, and a smile for the One who has always been. Bittersweet.
This Father’s day was much more sweet than bitter. The worship leader sang The Father’s Song at church. It was the song I walked down the aisle to, my brothers on either side, to marry the man who’d be the father of my children. It was a reminder of redemption and faithfulness.
Today we played in the pool, and read books and sang and ate and played and did nothing. I watched two girls crawl on and off their father’s lap, secure in his love, enjoying simply being with him and being enjoyed. Sweet redemption indeed.