I stood singing in Church, swaying to the beat. Then the music stopped… but only for me.
For I hear a phrase, a phrase sung all around me. A phrase that is accompanied with tears. A phrase that brings comfort and hope. A phrase that I do not understand.
The Father to the Fatherless.
I have never been fatherless.
This poetic wording is in three parts, illustrating the gold pendant with the three diamonds that adorns me. The same pendant that has made it journey from father to son, although in different forms, before it is gifted from a father to his daughter – me.
The first diamond – There is someone who is the reason why I was never without a friend. There is someone who I could not become angry with, but instead ask “why” and laugh in hysteria when the answer is “trust Me.” There is someone who holds me close, whispering gently, and protecting me from the woes of the Enemy. There is someone who is the definition of a father in its entirety. This someone is one that I call my God, my Holy Spirit, and my Savior.
The second diamond – God, when He began knitting me, knew I needed more guidance. He searched and searched, before making His divine choice. He chose a man to teach Truths, to show compassion, to provide, and to discipline me. And this man, who is called Dad, was once given his own dad to demonstrate those qualities. This father of my father, who is called Granddad, opened his home to many and invite [edit: told] the youngest of the grandchildren to come and join the Church taking place in his living room. And back to the man I call Dad, before that name was given to him, was given another dad through marriage. This father of my mother, who is called Grandpa, a man that loves and honors his wife and who possibly knows no stranger. A Grandpa who does not shy from being silly to granddaughters. A Grandpa whose actions depicts qualities of honesty, actions that does not go unnoticed by a granddaughter.
The third diamond – Now a grown woman, no longer a girl needing a secure fortress (Proverbs 14:26), yet it also states that teach a child the Truth and s/he will not depart (Proverbs 22:6). Now a grown woman, no longer a girl living with her earthly father. Just a grown woman learning to brave this world. But the first diamond, her God, knew the importance of a father. He directed her down paths, paths that her feet took her after she grew up. These paths lead her to spiritual men that are fathers and once a father, always a father. Whenever she looks around, feeling lost or broken or alone, she’ll see a trusted friend (who so happens to be older and a father) and discerns the wisdom she so needs rely in that paternal figure.
I have friends who are without fathers, whether it is because of death or sin, and it pains me that I do not know how it feels. But I do not know what it means to be fatherless. For when I am friendless or alone, I hear God whisper in my ear and I am no longer alone. For when I am sad, I feel God’s arms around me and I am glad. For when I am in need of advice, I can call my Dad. For when I need immediate assistance, I know fathers whom I trust.
I am not fatherless. I have a father, grandfathers, and men in my life who I look up to like a daughter looks up to her dad. I am not fatherless. And that is okay. For I have a God who is teaching me to see others in His eyes, to see those who are fatherless and to invite them in my life in unconditional, unadulterated love.
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers in my life. Your teachings and love and compassion does not go unnoticed.