Fathers are important. That's quite the understatement, is it not? I think of my wonderful Dad so often.
 VERY often. I think it's a common thing to happen that people only begin to realize how much they love someone AFTER they've gone. How often I have desired to have him here to ask for advice or get his opinion. Oh, what a gentle and wise man he was. And strong. Strong in every sense of the word. Because of his strength my world was safe and secure. I never doubted that he could care for and love me as a father should. Oh, that I could have conveyed to him how much I admired and valued him!
VERY often. I think it's a common thing to happen that people only begin to realize how much they love someone AFTER they've gone. How often I have desired to have him here to ask for advice or get his opinion. Oh, what a gentle and wise man he was. And strong. Strong in every sense of the word. Because of his strength my world was safe and secure. I never doubted that he could care for and love me as a father should. Oh, that I could have conveyed to him how much I admired and valued him!| .jpg) | 
| (The first picture I ever took of my Dad which was also the first one I took with my very first camera, a Kodak Instamatic.) | 
My world is planned, controlled, cared for and blessed by my heavenly Father. He reminds me of that every day, many times a day. The new day, the rising sun, the birds, the flowers...every detail of His creation is meant to charm us, to woo us, to draw us to Himself.
As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you. Continue ye in My love. (John 15:9)
 
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