Counting OnGrace

Monday, March 12, 2018

I Am My Father's Daughter

Chantelle Henderson ©2018

For those who still have your daddies here. Hug them tight and often. Tell them you love them every opportunity you get. You can never say it enough. Let him know how much he means to you. Share with him the impact they’ve had in your life. Cherish every moment. Create new memories.  Have daddy daughter dances without it being special occasions.  Be silly together.  Give butterfly kisses.  Pray for them. And always remember that he was the first man who ever loved you and the first man you loved. There is no one, absolutely no one, who can replace your father, whether by blood or adoption, or marriage.  And yes, spiritual fathers too. Just whatever you do, don’t take them for granted because once they have gone home to be face-to-face with Heavenly Papa, everything will be different.  NOTHING will be the same as before they left.  Nothing. 

Lately, I’ve seen several friends post various pictures with their dad.  It’s brought back tremendous feelings of loss and grief, but also joy and encouragement; to know they still have the gift of their father here with them in this life.  They still get to hear their daddy’s voice, see his smile and laughter, and get advice that can only come from him.  They get to hug, hold, touch, and feel.  Don’t get me wrong. I am not jealous; quite the opposite.  It takes me back to when I did have that wonderful, tremendous, joy-filled time with my own Daddy.  That doesn’t mean I don’t still grieve because I do, and quite often.  It also reminds me that for each day that passes it means it’s one day closer to being reunited with him.  Daddy, it’s been 1 year, 6 months, and 1 day and I still miss you as much, if not more than, when you crossed over to your eternal home in Heaven.  You are in such a better place than those of us still here in this earthly realm.  You are whole and healed and free! You’re more alive now than you ever were while you were going through this temporary place we call the world.  I miss you.  I selfishly long for you to be here, but would never ask you to come back here to me.  Thank you for being my hero, best friend, confidant, and example of what a real husband and daddy should be.  Thank you for your wisdom and counsel, for loving me unconditionally and therefore teaching me how to love others without condition.  I do know this.   The greatest legacy you left is teaching me how to be Jesus with skin on.  I saw you take care of the orphans and widows. I saw you clothe the naked, visit the sick, invite the stranger in, have compassion towards the prisoner, feed the hungry, and give water to the thirsty.  No doubt you entertained angels unaware many times in your 71 years here. You are the epitome of Matthew 25:36-40.  I love you endlessly.  I will miss you always.