Fathers and Sons

I thought of my father. I thought of my son. I thought of my father’s son. I always felt like my father never accepted me for who I was, that awful feeling of not being good enough…perhaps that feeling stemmed from the results of my behavior, behavior that always put me on the wrong end of his belt. Now I’m older, older than he ever was and I still find myself trying to gain his approval, get his acceptance and please him. His passing has been over forty years ago and I am still looking for that affirmation. I think of my son and his mistakes. I want him to know that I do accept him; I do love him in spite of whatever he has done or whatever he will do. It is only now I understand my father’s words: “This hurts me more than you.”


Thank you, Father God, for letting your Son show me “The Way.”
Thank you, Jesus, for taking that terribly undeserved beating.
Thank you, Holy Spirit, for helping me understand how love works.
Amen
P.S. Tell Dad “Hi...and I love him”