On the way home last night, one of my teens hit me with a question that makes you just want to hug the one that asks it; "What was it like growing up with a real dad?" I needed this. I feel like I can relate to the majority of people in some kind of way, I may have never taken part in illegal substances, or tasted alcohol, but I've had a few too many Red Bulls and Mountain Dew that gave me sugar highs or messed with my way of thinking. I may have never started a fight or thrown punches, but I've shielded myself from a few so that I wouldn't become a puddle on the floor. This question reminded me that I can relate to people about the struggles of not always getting along with parents, and sometimes not even wanting to speak to the ones I love, but I have been blessed to have been raised by a dad who I share a bloodline with; a dad who enjoyed playing catch with me when I was growing up, or spent countless hours planning family vacations and taveling for miles to enjoy what God has created for us, a dad who never minded sitting down and offering his advice in times of trouble. I can't necessarily relate to someone who never knew their real father, but there was a time when I didn't know my Heavenly Father, and He accepted me anyway! I am thankful for an earthly father who pointed me to God; Our creater who offers us an eternity in a family that never neglects, ignores, mistreats, abuses, distrusts, hates, despises, or rejects us. A family that believes in Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Gentleness, Faithfulness, and Self-Control.
I hope to be evidence of that in my life, but it pains me to see a child who wonders what that looks like. Parents, you have a huge responsibility on your shoulders for raising your child(ren), but don't forget about them in the process. You are such a blessing to each other.
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