Sunday, June 17, 2012

'Daddy's Little Girl'

Father's Day is not always what it's cracked up to be.  For many, it's a dark day, where all things ugly re-emerge.  Wounded places tucked deep in the soul and hurtful memories of past injustices and love craved but never received make their presence known.  Unbidden. 

On this bittersweet occasion, my friend Sheila shares the story of her relationship with her father.  It's a sad saga of addiction, neglect, and abuse ... with whispers of merciful forgiveness and sweet grace extended.

She writes, 'There aren’t too many photos of me and him. 

There weren’t too many times spent together. 

At least not in a way that made sweet memories. 

Since Father’s Day always falls on Sunday, he was always sober, never drinking that one day of the week. Sitting quietly in a Lucky Strike haze, watching television all day, he was physically present, but emotionally ... {finish reading}.

May Sheila's honest vulnerability offer you the beautiful gift of hope today.  The healing of your woundedness, through the mercies extended in nail scarred hands by the Father who loves well, faithfully, and consistently.  The only One who'll never change like shifting shadows {James 1:17}.  The precious Savior who longs to hold you in His arms ... in a way that your earthly daddy never could.

Linda

2 comments:

  1. Wow. At least there was a moment of peace.
    Thanks for stopping by my blog.

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  2. Yes, moments of peace, pockets of grace, and the choice to forgive realized.

    Thanks, Student Mommy, for stopping by this morning in the midst of your busy schedule!

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Welcome to the table, friend!

This is where we gather and hang out. I'd love for you to pull up a chair and jump right into the conversation. Or simply say 'hello.'

l'll be dropping in to visit you sometime soon ...

Linda

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