I’m going to level with you: sometimes I forget that I’m a dad.
Not like, I forget I have a kid or anything. I just forget, or maybe block out, the fact that I’m a DAD. You know, like the fact that I am at a stage in life marked by a certain body type and bad fashion choices. I mean, where did they time go? It was just yesterday I was playing in bands and eating fried food for every meal.
Being a dad is fun, though. It’s amazing all the little things your kid(s) do that you find hilarious or fascinating. The other day my daughter just looked at me in a certain way that sent me laughing hysterically for five minutes. The reason? She had never looked at me that way.
Welcome to Dadville. Population me.
The perks of being dad are that you get to have fun and be their protector AND finish up the food on their plate if you want to. (No judgment zone here, right?) But the major con is this: I honestly don’t know what I would do if something serious happened to my little girl.
I’m ashamed to admit that I almost forgot the Pulse shooting anniversary this year. (It’s June 12th) Thankfully, social media wouldn’t let me forget. For those of us who live in Orlando, you can’t really explain what that tragedy has done to transform the city. You can really explain what it meant to watch the news coverage telling you that people, many who lived in our neighborhoods or went to the high school down the street, were shot and killed in cold blood. It’s hard to put into words the incredible sadness that loomed over the city in the aftermath of the shooting. It’s hard to pinpoint when that sadness began to lift.
And I suppose that for many in Orlando that sadness still hasn’t lifted and may not ever lift. The people who were shot at Pulse had parents, too, and I can tell you with certainty that if I were one of those parents, not a day would go by that I didn’t miss my kid. Not a day would go by that I wouldn’t wish I could talk with them or hug them tight.
As we approach Father’s Day this weekend, I want to challenge you to remember those parents in your prayers. I mean EARNESTLY pray for them. They need it. Pray that the Father, who knows what it means to watch a Son die, would comfort them beyond what we can even imagine. Pray that God would draw people around them to continue ministering to them.
And while you’re at it, maybe go ahead and pray for the other family members and friends that lost people in the Pulse shooting. And pray for our city, that we can continue to heal together. And pray for our church that we can continue to be a light in Orlando and in the world. And pray for yourself; that you might do what it takes to be the presence of Jesus everywhere and with everyone you find yourself with.
Honestly, I think that’s one of the best ways you can honor your Heavenly Father this weekend. Pray for God’s children. Do something to serve them and be there for them.
And then go and love on your family, including your dad!
Happy Father’s Day,