* A Special Post * - Dedicated to Dads

This is a special post that I'd like to dedicate to all of the Dads.  I realized something very significant today after talking to a good friend as we spoke of our dads today, but I didn't share this thought with my good friend.  Much is to be misconstrued about our relationships to "Father."  And please note that I've deliberately spelled the word with singular meaning, yet with proper caps acknowledgement on the word.  I trust that the essence of my blog today is because of the importance with which I'm giving reference to.  For many you I trust this will be an encouragement, for some it will have no significance until much later in life, for others it will be healing, for yet others you will understand much sooner than those who think about this and pass it on.  

Father's day should be celebrated with more credit than it has been given in years past.  Sure there will be some who will care nothing for it, yet others who understand the significance of it. It's a day that has very little media play, it has no demanding monologue that precedes it, it has no fan fair attached, it has little reward if any at all.  It carries no banner saying "I'm the boss" nor does it fly over the nation in a hero's suit or wear a super cape, yet as the turn of the year comes about each year it is undeniably consistent in maintaining a place for those who understand an almost understandable and seemingly complexed love.  "Father" hears the brash or favored accompaniment of words, expressions, anger, hatred, calm, resolve, tears, laughter and many other things expressed by so many who have so little time on this wonderful planet that we live on.  Yet the word is not singular, the word is plural.  No, I'm not just speaking of your fathers ...just one -Father.  He provides so much more than we give him credit for, yet not human, certainly not robotic and certainly with provisions that are far reaching beyond our narrow human scope of sight or thinking.  The most beautiful thing to hear, -a daughter saying "My Daddy" or Daddy I love you, ... a son saying "My Dad" or Dad I love you.  The worst thing to hear -silence, death, and unforgiveness.  The worst feeling -unforgiveness (hatred is no match).  The greatest healing - understanding that life is preserved through forgiveness along with sanity of mind.  Yes, Father is.  Put yourself to the trouble, ask, how does he think -unselfishly, with divine direction, lovingly as only he knows how. Now, interpret what you'd like - you have permission to do so.

 

Isn't It Amazing? Loving at all Times.

This to me a a pretty deep post because of how varying it is among so any of us who live so very different lives, but nevertheless I'll share with you what's in my thoughts.

Let's start at the core -"at all times" ...that in itself is a more than just an obligation, it is definitely heart stuff.  I'm sure eve before I get started here some of you (not all of you) who are reading will pick up on this immediately, that's because you've probably been in an "at all times" arena or you currently are in one, or you're just about to enter into one.  Something happened to you along your life's journey that involved someone else (and I mostly speak of someone, not just something), and this ignited a compassion, our inner capacity of love to reach, stretch, give, impart, open-up, enjoy, encourage or uplift in a way that we may have never imagined we'd do. Shocking, hmm? Yeah, you! And then again, if you understand "at all times" then what I'm speaking of is not so foreign to you.  Having someone that you've made friends with, that you have come to admire is great.  Having someone who admires you for you is a gift. But when you email them they don't immediately email you back/call you back...you get upset.  You email/call them again and the same thing happens...you respond the same, you decide "I'll scratch them off my list" or "I'll just ask them why the next time..." -but you don't. You wait. You think. You assess. You drop your guard. You really think about it. You drop your emotions (and selfishness). You re-group, -they email/call!  You're elated with emotion, there's a immediate surge of something warm and wonderful that flows through your body, lubricating your mind, administering ointment to your inner joints, -you smile, you think, you smile, is it love? Well, maybe...if it's that deep, but oftentimes it's just a "phileo" type of love, but regardless of what you're feeling -it's at all times.  Ok, this happened to me...but I still keep on loving -at all times.  Remember that it's so easy to forget that they have a life of their own, remember to love them no matter where you are...because we forget and we only see our need. Don't let this trip you up, remember to love at all times. Not emotionally, not conditionally, not because something great just happened to us monetarily, but regardless...genuinely "at all times." p 17:17