Today is Father’s Day and I was fortunate enough to spend the entire day at the lake with my dad. I consider myself an extremely blessed daughter simply due to the fact that my dad is still speaking to me after some of the shenanigans I put him through during my adolescence.
I remember one instance, in particular, that occurred when I was only a middle schooler. In my defense, what did he think was going to happen when he left me alone with an open pack of pepper spray? Long story short, I will just say that his in-home office was temporarily redecorated by a long line of red paint-like substance that burned the eyes of anyone that dared to enter.
“He will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers…” - NIV
Nevertheless, throughout all of my disobedience and all of my independence, there was one thing that my dad never shied away from: Forgiveness. And, as hard as it may be for me to even grasp a heart more pure than my dad’s, it is a simple fact that the heart of God is incomparable.
As children, we are prone to wandering. We break the rules. We break our barriers. And, over and over, we break His heart. Happy Father’s Day to the heart that never closes and the love that never fades.