Do some holidays come around and you wonder what to do with them? For me, Fathers’ Day is one of those. Insert rolling eyes emoji. This isn’t exactly the rosiest part of my life, oh no. Growing up with an absent father was not a walk in the park. It was filled with an ache and longing for a love I’d never really get to know. It was riddled with questions I had no answers to. It was silenced by letters that went unanswered. And something in me stopped reaching out for relationships, knowing that my yearnings would not be placated.
As I grew up, something inside of me wanted to search and search, the hunger was so much, so intense, so insatiable, like an unquenchable thirst. And so I went a-searching. I came across a few wolves and I met some who replayed my earlier rejection story. I wanted to recoil and disappear. Forever.
But then I met a few good ones, who were really kind and accommodating. And they mentored me in many ways from many angles. And I am forever grateful to them. But I am most grateful to God, who is “…like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who fear him.”(Ps. 103:13). And the same God, oh praise His name, is “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows…” (Ps. 68:5).
And that’s the best Father I would recommend to any girl searching for a father figure. Because you see, He’ll never leave you nor forsake you, He’ll never die – so you absolutely never have to worry about being abandoned, ever!!! And He’s always present with you, I mean 24-7. You can talk to Him at any time of day and night, and He will answer. He will be present with you. He’ll never be too busy for you.