THE HANDS OF MY FATHER
"And he took them in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them." Mark 10:16 (NIV)
As I was thinking about Father's Day this year, I was reflecting on the things I love about my dad: his smile; his sense of humor, his generosity, his need to "tell it to you straight," and his love for his grandbabies. What I appreciate the most is how he has illustrated the above verse in my life. My dad's arms have always been open to me and have held me tight when I've needed courage and reassurance. But it's my father's hands that have blessed me in so many ways. I remember my dad holding my hand as we crossed the street, keeping the bike steady as I learned to ride, and showing me how to change a tire when I learned to drive. I even remember how proud I was when he would try to do my hair for school when my mother had to work late (crooked parts and all)! There were times when my dad's hands dropped the ball, and my mom was ALWAYS there to throw it back to him to help him be what I needed him to be at that time. Of course, NO man can be everything you need him to be; that's reserved for our Lord and Savior. But the hands of my earthly father blessed me and showed me how to receive the love of my Heavenly Father. Thanks dad!!
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
~Lady Paula
