I woke up this morning thinking about my dad. For one, because it's Sunday and I always think about him on Sundays. I suppose it's because this day in the week was always such a huge day for him as a pastor.
And of course it's Father's Day. Which would have just about everyone thinking about their dad.
It's been a little over 3 1/2 years since my dad died. He was 60 years old and absolutely in love with life. If you don't know the story, you can read it here. The short version is that he died instantly as a result of a massive heart attack. And even though it's almost been four years, it's still pretty painful to think about at times. More than I would have imagined actually.
Yet at the same time, so much has happened since that time that I am so thankful for. So I guess it probably all balances out in the end. Grief and pain on one side…..joy and thankfulness on the other.
Either that or maybe I'm a bit schizophrenic.
And on the flip side of all this, I'm thankful beyond words for the honor, privilege, and joy of being a father to
three beautiful children who just rock my world. They are three of the most beautiful beings ever created. And even though I tend to feel unqualified and completely undeserving, I'm so, so grateful to God for blessing my life with them.
Dang. I'm turning into a mess.
Anyway……………all that said with the intent of writing a post that simply said, Happy Father's Day!
You guys rock.