I wish I could find the words to say.
The right words, not what sounds sappy or sentimental,
But what’s true.
Life is exhausting sometimes,
Especially when everyone looks to you for answers
Or a million different responsibilities are yammering for your attention.
I sometimes wonder
How anyone survives being “man of the house”
Without losing their head.
But you do.
Day after week after month after year.
Working long hours to pay the many prices of family.
Dealing with all our big and little issues.
Giving time and counsel and love most of all, and still finding time to help others.
Praying for strength to fulfill all your callings and all that they entail.
I’m sure you have struggles, worries, and fears,
More than you’ll ever admit.
Yet still you do your best to be a haven of strength to the rest of us.
As a certain songwriter so eloquently said,
“Make your life a song.”
And you do, Dad.
Sometimes the notes are all discordant and wild,
Each new stanza a mystery, a burning question:
What lies ahead?
But as you so often remind me,
This is God’s story.
He’s got things under control,
He’s working everything out.
And so your own life is a story he’s telling,
One of adventure, of twists and turns,
And a hero who turned out all right.
He’s brought you this far and he’s not done yet.
The music plays on,
Blank pages remain.
There are still many words to be said.
I’m glad he gave me a part in this story
And glad, most of all,
He gave me you.
Love you, Dad. Happy Father’s Day.