Last week, I found myself sick and waiting for a half hour to see the PA at the CVS clinic near me… and this is what I had to look at. It was hard. Really hard. I felt as bad emotionally after that as I felt physically, and maybe even worse. It’s that time of the year that we used to love that we now dread… Father’s Day is nearing.
We used to love Father’s Day. It used to be a time when we gathered pictures, I created scrapbooks, and the kids made up tickets for back rubs and hugs that we couldn’t wait to shower on B on that special Sunday. Some of the best pictures I have of him and the kids are in those scrapbooks that we will always keep and cherish.
But now… I repeatedly find myself cringing as it approaches. Every commercial or store sign that flaunts the commercialism of this holiday that now painfully and constantly reminds us of our loss. I enter Mama Bear protective mode as I analyze how my kids will handle all the reminders that circle around them. I look for ways to try to have a little family fun to just try to survive the day. And I most of all pray earnestly for their little hearts, that their Heavenly Father will continue to fill the void their earthly father’s death left in their lives.
And, of course, that’s the “churchy” answer to this whole thing. That pat spiritual answer that is supposed to make those without a father feel better. And down deep, I do believe it. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that my Heavenly Father is all powerful and full of love for His children, and cares deeply about those growing up without a father. His love can fill that void.
But how does He usually show His love? Through others. Through those who have experienced His love and want to pass it on. Through those who are burdened to care for those who may not be experiencing the life they dreamed of living. Through those whose own difficult stories have changed their outlooks on life, choosing to live their days with purpose and impact on those with whom they come into contact.
So this Father’s Day weekend, that’s my request. Not just for my own fatherless children, but for the thousands of children in this country alone who are growing up without the blessing of a father. Be that blessing. Don’t just tell them of their Heavenly Father, but show them. You can give a family a gift card to go have some fun together – or better yet, you can take out some kids you know, who need a positive and loving male role model in their lives, for some fun they won’t soon forget. Show them that they are loved, they are special, and they are not forgotten. Perhaps, when those children see that love demonstrated in a physical and tangible way, they will see a beautiful portrayal of their Heavenly Father’s love in a better way than they ever will without your presence in their lives.
Just because you took a little time to truly care.
If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him! -Matthew 7:11by