Installment twenty-five, in a 31 day series, Forgotten or Chosen?
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[Father’s Day, 2016]
God’s given me a new perspective of the father I never knew. I’m grateful he is more than a black and white picture now. He was a dad to my half-sisters and did all the things dads are supposed to do.
I wouldn’t be here without him.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
“Of one thing I am perfectly sure: God’s story never ends with ‘ashes.” – Elisabeth Elliot
“We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.” – Maya Angelou
It came in the mail today, a small department store box. Wrapped in expensive wrapping paper, pink and purple polka dots, the frilly, bright pink bow covered the top of the package.
I read the card and anticipation filled my heart. I pulled off the paper and saw a black bag with white lettering and the word “Kjaerlighet” written on the front. Attached was a yellow post-it note from my half-sister, Stacie, where she had written “Kjaerlighet means Love in Norwegian.” My heart trembled.
Love traveled through our father to someone I didn’t know a year and a half ago. This love from a father after a lifetime of never knowing him.
God took my hand and led me through the middle of every intricate detail of this reunion.
Healing is within reach, as God takes mistakes and transforms them into something beautiful.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 NIV