Lately, my heart has been longing for an earthly father. There's been so many triggers. I've been wondering how my life would've been if I had a present father.
I find myself thinking about how it must be to have a father as a provider and friend, as a cheerleader and so much more.
I often wish I had experienced the element of a present father. A father I'd come to when I need to make decisions and counsel with.
A father who'll be true to his words and be honest when he cannot come through for me.
A father I'd go to picnics with, enjoy some music with and travel with.
I wonder what it's like not to lack due to having a hard-working dad. I wonder what it's like to have family worship together and so much more.
I wonder, a lot. But the truth is, I'll never know.
I just wish that this part wasn't missing. And I was of the mind that I had completely made peace with it. But as I navigate life, witness those with loving fathers, I sometimes wonder why I wasn't deserving of such an experience (but sadly I don't get to choose).
Once in a while I'll cry just wondering. Wondering why dad didn't choose to be a present father. I think this is the only question I want God to help me understand. I struggle with it. I struggle with why a man would hurt me over and over again, yet claim to love. At the hardest times, dad always left us. When he knew we needed him the most.
I used to heal every time I witness a black man, who's a loving father. Now I hurt more. It's a reminder of painful memories. But still I've fantasized and prayed about reconciling, but there's been so much pain to mend the father-daughter relationship.
Hello sis. I hope one day God will pull through this crucible. In the meantime, I pray for your healing. ♥️♥️
ReplyDeleteThank you sis. Definitely in need of those prayers.
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