A Father's Love

As Father's Day approaches I find myself thinking about four men.  My own father, who passed away three years ago this August, was the first man I ever loved.  He was a builder and to this day, the smell of fresh sawdust is my favorite smell in the whole world!

I have two favorite descriptions of myself, "Mom" and "Grandma".  But "Mom and Dad" and "Grandpa and Grandma" doubles every good and perfectly wonderful thing about them!  Is Jerry my better half?  I know one thing for sure, he is the half that makes me better!

Nine years ago a young man tapped lightly at the door of my heart and  I opened it just a crack.  When I saw that he was everything my daughter had told me he was, I through open the door and welcomed him in!  He is the loving father of three of my most favorite people in all the world, and he's devoted to guiding his family in the way of the Lord.

I have one more father on my mind this week and he is my son.  He became a father very young and to the world quite unprepared.  Upon hearing the news, a broken and fearful boy fell to his knees before the Lord and when his cries were met with God's strength and love, a man stood where a boy had been. In ONE DAY he turned his back on everything he was doing that would get in his way, and he walked with the Lord into a new life with a family of his own.  That life is being challenged right now and as I watch him, one word comes to mind to describe this father's love and it is heroic!