Sunday June 19, 2011
On my son’s first Father’s Day, I find myself grateful for a parade of fathers.
First, there is his own—the one I love so. Tears spring to my eyes as I try to put words to how much he means to me.
He fathers so well. With love and kindness and humor. Most of all, with faith and integrity. His influences—his father and grandfathers—have played into who he is today.
And so the fathering continues, is passed down from one generation to another. I’m thankful for all the good things shared and for all the grace applied where men slip and fall. For none are perfect but one Father.
Can you see the parade? Ever grateful for that long line of dads, especially those with their eyes on the Father.