Brownsboro First UMC
by Glenda Elliott

Sunday is Father's Day and for those of us that have lost ours it is a bittersweet day. God blessed me with two fathers and until they died 28 days apart, I did not realize just how much a blessing they were. They were as different as day and night, each with his own strengths and weaknesses, unique.

My "step" dad was there for my graduation, marriage, birth of my boys, and every other important event in my life. However I did not much like him until God did a miracle in both our lives. Daddy got saved and God changed him in every way. He became the Daddy I needed; my boys thought he walked on water.

Then another miracle, God saved me. Now don't get me wrong, I'd been a good little church girl a long time, but lost as a goose. God healed a lot over the 8 years Daddy lived with Leukemia and when someone asked me about my Daddy, I think immediately of him.

I loved my "real" Dad, but he wasn't there for all my childhood aches and my growing up, he was busy raising other brothers and sisters. There, too, God did a miracle because he healed that anger in my life.

Both men, human, with failures, both missed terribly this time of year. I would love to tell them both one more time, "I love you, Daddy." If your Dad is alive, tell him you love him; let God do a healing miracle in your life ifthere are anger issues. Don't let permanent separations leave you feeling sad because of what could have been. Our heavenly Father, all-knowing, loves us despite our silly ways. He forgives us of our shortcomings.

If you are hurting, angry, depressed or frustrated, go to Him. He's always been there in every important and mundane event in your life, never too busy with his "other kids" to listen, never too tired, never too aggravated from a tough day to hold you in His arms and say, "I love you too."