Sunday was Father’s day, and it was an emotional day. I almost cried while leading worship during “How He Loves”. And the second time I could not even hold back. As we prayed over our fathers, God prompted me to confess about how I talk to my dad. Words are powerful, and sometimes the words I use are words that tear him down. At one time when I was a kid, I truly believed my dad could do anything. He was my own personal superman. But now that I’m grown, the magic has died away, and I am the one telling him he’s not capable. Sometimes I treat him like he’s ignorant (especially when it comes to technology), and I plant seeds of discouragement. I had to confess and ask for forgiveness from my dad and also ask for accountability from the church.
Fortunately, my dad is one who is always forgiving and has never held any of these things against me. It was embarrassing to admit, but it had to be done. When your dad in heaven is asking these things of you, there is always a reason. I was reminded when Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, until heaven and earth pass away not an iota, not a dot will pass from the law until all is accomplished (Matt 5:18). He doesn’t want us 90% or 99.9% free, he wants us 100% pure and free leaving not one iota, dot, or blemish. And these are the gifts that he gives me today.
Happy Father’s Day,
from your beautifully flawed daughter
For more photos of my dad dug up from the archives, go here.