On this day I’d like to remember my father and those who have treated me like a daughter— especially my Heavenly Father. Psalm 68:5, “A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation,” has been a tremendous comfort to me.
My father divorced my mother when I was five-years-old. He was really good about sending birthday cards and Christmas cards but was otherwise not really a part of my life, besides sending child support to my mom. We did reconnect later in life, and although he still lived far away, I was blessed to have a closer relationship with him once again. I had been Daddy’s little girl before the divorce— snuggling on the couch, building snowmen, or accompanying him to the store on an errand for Mom. I missed that. My Daddy is gone now; he was killed in an accident over a decade ago, but I’m glad my children had the opportunity to meet and spend time with him before he died.
The late Mr. Martin, who was unable to conceive children with his wife, was somewhat like a father to my sisters and me. He used to take us fishing and camping and even to an occasional bar during the day, where he would chat with some Marine Corps buddies and give us quarters to play pool or an arcade game. Because he was more a part of my life than my biological father, I asked him to give me away at my wedding. I miss him, too.
My Heavenly Father has always provided for my needs in various ways— my Provider, Comforter, Defender, and Protector— enlisting others like youth pastors, teachers, church family, and once even a mattress store owner to meet a need. Although my life was far from perfect and He allowed me to rebel at times, suffer the consequences and grow through them, I know He was never far away. He truly is a Father to the fatherless if we will allow Him to be that for us.
Happy Father’s Day to all the daddies out there, whether you had children of your own, adopted, or acted like a father to the fatherless. God bless you!