A Father’s Day Post
I love being a father. Every day I love it. It is the greatest blessing of this life that God has given me in addition to my wife. Together we make up this thing called a family. God’s best and God’s ideal is for one man and one woman to come together in marriage and to have children. God’s ideal has been marred by sin, however. Because of sin, men and women come together outside of marriage. Because of sin children are born to single mothers. Because of sin children do not have parents at all. Because of sin the family is eroding and because of sin, people suffer. I can tell you from experience that even doing it God’s way (boy meets girl, boy marries girl, boy and girl have a boy or girl) is HARD. When you try to do it any way other than God’s it becomes exponentially harder.
But in spite of how hard it is, it is worth it. Every day. Every minute. I love being a father so much that I am branching out into something new and much bigger than me. Adoption. There are millions and millions of children in this world who do not have a forever family. For some reason and of no fault of their own, they are orphans. Every child deserves a mom and a dad. Every child deserves a family. It is God’s ideal. I can’t adopt them all but I can adopt one.
Julie and I started our family while we were very young. Some said we were too young. We got married one month after I graduated from college. I was 22 and Julie was 20. Two years later our first son was born. As I write this, that same son of mine, my first born, is about to be a senior in high school. It’s gone way too fast and I am still way too young. Too young to have a senior in high school. Too young to quit building this family with which God has blessed me. Julie and I knew several years ago that our child “bearing” years were done, but God began to move in our hearts and we began to know that our child “rearing” days were still in full swing. And so yes, we are adopting. One child. A girl. From Colombia. A country that has over 500,000 orphans. It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around that picture of parentless children in just one very small country.
It’s Father’s Day and I am so very happy to be a dad. And I am very excited to think that this time next year, on Father’s Day, I may very well have a hug waiting on me from a new child of mine.