So thankful for the men in my life today.
My Dad…who has been a rock and fortress in my life since I was born. He made childhood challenging (in a good way) and fun. Love you Dad!
My father-in-law, Phil Weinert. Who hugged me as tightly as he hugs his own children from the moment I walked in his front door when I started dating his son. Love you Dad!
And to the man who fathered my children. There are so very many things I love about my Hubs, but near the top of my list is how I feel about him when I see him with our sons. He’s an amazing father. People ask me all the time if I’m “disappointed” that I have a third son on the way and no girls in our family. And I always reply that since I’m married to such a strong authentic man, who better to have a family full of boys than me? I know my Hubs can raise them into men after God’s own heart. Happy Father’s Day Mac! I sure do love you!
In honor of Dad’s Day I’ll share my favorite Scripture passage about fatherhood, and my favorite poem written by a father to his son.
Happy Father’s Day to all my readers!
“For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that according to the riches of his glory he may grant you to be strengthened with might through his Spirit in the inner man, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have power to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
Now to him who by the power at work within us is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, for ever and ever. Amen.”
“If” by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!