We had a perfect Father’s Day. Full of fun, fathers, and food. It was perfect because of that power punch of gratitude and grace, grace, grace. If you’ve ever met Kevin, you know what a wonderful father he is and hopefully one day he’ll have the chance to practice those skills more – God willing. All my earthly daddies have rock star qualities. So thankful and so blessed to have them – those near and far. And so thankful too for our Father Above who sent His son to shed His blood – not just so we could live today with hope – but so that we could live a thousand-times-infinity tomorrows in heaven when our tomorrows on earth are no more.
Every day should be Father’s Day. Yeah, that Father. This songwriter totally gets it. I always get excited when I hear my favorite song on the radio. During our diagnosis days, I would hear this one – randomly – but always at pivotal times. Recently, I heard it when I was driving to my first listing appointment post-re-entry into the real world. I heard it again last week when I was driving to buy Kevin’s Father’s Day present. Take a listen. I love it lots.
