a father.

He rests a hand on my shoulder and turns his head down just a little. I’m not that much shorter anymore.

“This is my daughter,” he says.

I look up and shake a firm handshake.

Small talk. They go back to their conversation. I listen.

They talk about the worship set. They talk about youth group. They talk about how the Father is moving.

Someone else comes up to say hi. I know how he just wants to go and have lunch, but he stays and listens. Many want to talk with him, especially the youth-  his flock.

One of his own comes up, he already knows the question.

“I don’t know where we’re going for lunch.” he says in one breath. They smile and run off, wearing untamed patience.

I sit and watch him talk. He listens. He waits. He smiles.

He calls me his own.

I think I tell him how much I look up to him, but sometimes I’m quiet. Sometimes I just let my heart grow when I hear him talk about me. In the introductions, the conversations, the phone calls, I’m stilled with wonder that I get to be called his daughter. A man after God’s own heart. A man who shows his children how to chase it. A man who proudly calls his children, his.

A man I proudly call my Dad.

I love you so much Dad. I thank God that I get to be called your daughter, and I get the privilege of calling you Dad.

Even though I’m not with you today, I’m celebrating you! And even though you might not think so, you deserve it. 

Love you, Dad.

Happy Father’s Day!

 

 

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “a father.

  1. Well, I guess my wordpress “following” didn’t forward the email notifications so I just got this and am now signed up for email notifications too.

    Now the real response (with tears running down my face — I think you do this just to know you can make me cry! 🙂 ) I think I will just echo back you words — slightly modified — because they are good and true:

    I think I tell her how much I adore her, but sometimes I’m quiet.

    Sometimes I just let my heart grow when I hear her talk about me. In the introductions, the conversations, the phone calls, I’m stilled with wonder that I get to be called her dad. A woman after God’s own heart. A woman who shows her dad how to chase it. A woman who proudly calls her dad, hers.

    Thank you for the best Father’s Day card I could ask for. They just keep getting better. I think I should talk Hallmark into having Daughter’s Day just so I can repay the tears! 🙂

    I Love you,
    Dad

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s