Father’s Day isn’t all beers and burgers. For some of us, it’s etched with pain.
We have lost our fathers. We have never had them. We have had fathers we’d have been better off without.
We have failed at fatherhood. We have never had a shot at it. We have become fathers only to lose our children.
We have never had fathers for our children. We have ached for our men to become fathers. We have been devastated at the fathers they’ve become. We have watched from afar while they remain fathers but cease to be our men.
Our pain is real and varied and, perhaps this day more than others, palpable. As I wrote so much of my own story into the pages of What a Woman is Worth, I began to see how my father relationships had affected every area of my life. In the final pages, I share the redemption my dad and I experienced, and today I pray for those hurting with father wounds that you– we– might all be filled with hope, stilled by peace, and wrapped in love.
I want to recommend to you these beautiful thoughts from other writers today, and also this song, that through your pain, day may break in your soul.