Father’s Day has never been my favorite holiday. In fact, it’s a holiday that used to cause deep-rooted sadness in my heart. Father’s Day is a “wonderful” day for people who were blessed with wonderful fathers, but for those of us whose fathers rejected, abandoned, abused, or neglected us… It was certainly not enjoyable. I wasn’t blessed with a wonderful father and my step-father physically and emotionally abused me for years. Therefore, much of my life I dreaded Father’s Day. My biological father outright rejected me. He knew where I was, he had my phone number, and could have contacted me anytime, yet he failed to stay in contact. My biological father “chose” to pretend I didn’t exist.
As a little girl, I remember hearing the phone ring and praying over and over again that it was my dad on the other end. I always longed for him to call me… I longed to hear him say… “I love you!”, “I am proud of you!”, “and “I want you in my life!” The long-awaited phone call I dreamt of for years, never came and to this day my biological father continues to reject me.
Every year I dreaded Father’s Day. It broke my heart to see other little girls sitting on their daddy’s laps, being swung around in the strong and supportive arms of their father, being loved on by their daddy’s, and being told they were beautiful.
The thing that broke my heart the most was knowing that these other little girls daddy’s “chose” to love them, spend time with them, and make them a priority. This meant only one thing… my father didn’t “choose” me… he didn’t want me. He chose not to love me and chose not to have a relationship with me. For many years, I thought there must be something wrong with me… I must have been ugly… unlovable for my father to purposely choose not to love me. I recall feeling… I wasn’t “good enough”… “beautiful enough”, or “lovable enough”… to be loved my my father.
One day this pain in my heart began to change.
In a small Baptist church, I found God. God called me to himself. The God of the universe… the “GREATEST”, most “LOVING”, and most “CARING” Father “chose” me. He really “chose” me! It was the first time anyone had ever “chosen” me. Being “chosen” changed my life!
The act of being “chosen” by someone as important as God “The Father of the Universe” was life-changing. I treated God like the father, I never had. I cried out to him, begged him to hold me, and sought him for help in times of trouble. I needed Him! Nothing else made sense, no one else seemed to care, and so…. God became my father. Not just my Heavenly Father, but he became my earthly father too.
As my faith grew stronger, God became real to me. I began seeing him and feeling him in my everyday surroundings. I cried out to him for help and help was provided, prayers were answered, and overtime the pain in my heart hurt less. As time passed, my heart began to heal.
I no longer dread Father’s Day… I no longer cry because my heart is breaking on Father’s Day.
Today is Father’s Day 2014… I am 36 years old. I’m happily married to a Godly man who also “chose” to love me!
My husband and I are blessed with 4 wonderful children. I love watching my husband love on his children, our children love on their daddy on Father’s Day…. and everyday in between! I praise God my children are blessed with a wonderful and loving earthly Father, who continually points them to the Heavenly Father.
Most importantly, today I am thankful God “chose” me! At the age of 15… God called me to himself.
God is the best father and he “chose” me!
My heart has been healed.
I contribute my healing to God… My Heavenly Father, who “chose” me.
I no longer dread Father’s Day.
Father’s Day is a day I am honored to celebrate my Father in Heaven.
Today… Father’s Day 2014…
I would like to say to my Father in Heaven…
Thank you for loving me!
Thank you for healing me!
Thank you for “choosing” me!
Your Beloved Daughter,