A Father's Love

Ever since I was a little girl I've loved flowers. Maybe this love stems from the love I have for my dad. There's a special place in a girl's heart for her father. In my father's heart there's a special place for me ~ and his gardens. So there is in mine as well. Quite a bit of our time talking and spending time together's been in a garden.

When I was a child our relationship was so easy and carefree. I'd ramble on, speaking about whatever popped into my head. He'd mostly just listen; putting in his two cents here & there. Years passed, and our once close relationship grew distant. Instead of hanging out with him, I was spending time at the mall with friends, or going out somewhere fun. I missed our time together, but in my teenage years we drifted further and further apart.

Those years gave way to young adulthood, and life got busy in a hurry. I was attending college, making plans to be married, then planning for a baby. As I settled into my new home with my new family, I felt a nudge to be outdoors again. I remembered some things about gardening from when I was younger, but I needed help. I needed Dad's advice. His encouragement. So began the path of drawing closer to my father through (so many) questions.   

Happy to say I can again talk with my dad about whatever pops into my head. He gives straightforward advice, and his "two cents" have been invaluable. He's helped guide me through many challenges. A true example of The Father in my everyday existence. Going to Sunday school, singing 'Jesus Loves Me,' there was never a doubt in my mind. I loved Him and He loved me. No matter what I've done, or will do, I'm forgiven and unconditionally loved.

For God so loved the world, that He gave

His only Son, that whoever believes in Him

should not perish but have eternal life.

- John 3:16

There's a special place in a girl's heart for her Father... and a special place in His for me.