Something funny happened in Church today. To others, it might have seemed like a disaster, but the more I thought about it, the more I loved how it warmed my heart:
There was a play going on on stage, and the father in the play had just woken up from a dream that suggested his family was in danger. He woke up quite frantically that he pushed the chair he was sitting on backwards and it landed on the Fathers’ Day decoration that graced the stage.
It broke the ‘S’ and all you could be able to read afterwards was this:
HAPPY FATHER DAY
It has become a sort of tradition for me to stand before brothers and sisters in Church every Fathers’ Day to thank God for being the best Father to me ever. It’s been 17 years since my dad passed away in a car accident, a day after Fathers’ Day, and I can’t help but think that God was trying to introduce Himself to me in the way I needed to know Him.
Today, when the ‘S’ broke and I read ‘Happy Father Day’, I smiled, and I’m still smiling, because God knows that it’s really Him I celebrate today.
I would never take for granted all the fathers He has placed in my life to help steer me in the right direction, I love them very much and honour them too.
Today, God took the time to remind me who He is to me:
. . . and I am one proud child.
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To all the fathers in my life and in my community of encouragers, happy fathers’ day. You all are one special bunch!