"Abba Father" on Father's Day

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Dear God,

I don’t always think of You on Father’s Day, but you sure are on my mind a lot. You’re the first one I should go to, Father, with all those cares and concerns. You’re the one who’s supposed to be driving; you’re the one who knows what’s going on. Right? (Yeah, that’s me again, doubting You. I’m that sort of daughter. It’s funny how you keep hugging me and welcoming me back, as little trust as I show.)

So this Father’s Day, I thought I’d send You a quick little note, let You know I couldn’t do this life thing without You. Those days when I’m at my wits’ end? Those times when I’m full of myself and then shot down to pure humiliation? Those moments of utter despair? There You are. Every single time. Without fail.

You never let me down, Father. I show up at Mass, prepared or not, ready or not, and there they are, all those graces You promised and always deliver.

And despite all my failings and sins, You send me the best sorts of presents. I’m overcome with blessings and how often do I say thanks? I’m not even good about being excited about that one little hour a week we spend alone together.

Father, You’re the best. So on this Father’s Day, when I’m enjoying that great guy You sent my way and the kids who are the reason we call him “Daddy” in these parts, I’m going to try to keep You in the front of my thoughts. I’m going to try to pray for those who need You today, for those whose fathers aren’t with them or for those who don’t have fathers. (Of course, I’ll need Your help with this – and isn’t that just like me?)

Thanks, Father. For all of it: Your Son, Your Mother, Your Church, and all the little flowers in my life that bloom into the happiness of life with You in it.

Love,

Me

Copyright 2012 Sarah Reinhard

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