They come in all shapes, sizes, and varying amounts of presence, from helicopter to barely, rarely, or never there. We all have one. Whether living or gone. Some of us have fond memories, some of us not so much.
No matter the man, we celebrate fathers today. And, as I write this, it occurs to me maybe there’s someone reading this (myself, maybe?) who needs to practice forgiveness. Over and over and over.
Maybe someone (again, me, maybe?) needs to consider the life their father lived as a child and the things that shaped him. Maybe his faults are a product of his upbringing. Maybe we all need a little more grace than we’re given. Maybe this is a perfect day to practice giving GOBS of grace.
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers out there, living and gone. May gobs of grace be upon you today.