Tomorrow is Father’s Day. The history of its origin is rather vague. In 1924, President Calvin Coolidge recommended that Father’s Day become a national holiday, but nothing was done. Years later in 1966, President Lyndon B. Johnson designated the third Sunday in June as the official day to celebrate Father’s Day. However, it wasn’t until 1972, during the Nixon administration, that Father’s Day was officially recognized as a national holiday.
I am one lucky girl to have had two amazing fathers. My dad, whom I had for forty years, was compassionate, intelligent, loving, faithful, generous, respected, and so much more than words could ever describe. A giant in faith he was a true son of God. Best of all, he came into our lives about a decade after my daddy was called home to be with the Lord. God, our Heavenly Father, is so good and knows what we need, when we need it. He put Dad in our lives to help heal that broken spot that was ripped open when Daddy died. Dad was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather, brother, and uncle. God used a bad situation for good. I am forever grateful.
Sure there are times I still miss my Daddy. He was in my life for a short twelve years. He, too, was a son of God, kind, compassionate, and giving. I have cherished memories of him.I was blessed by both of my grandfathers, too. My paternal grandfather, Granddaddy, and I were particularly close. I was the first born on that side, and yes, spoiled rotten. My maternal grandfather, Pappaw, eleven grandchildren and loved each one of us. He always carried pieces of butterscotch candy or Juicy Fruit gum to give out. Today isn’t about tears and missing them. It is about the good memories of the time we had together. The promise of seeing them again in Heaven. It is a time to be thankful.
So, I am. Thankful for all of the men in my family. For the grandfathers, fathers, hubby, uncles, son, son-in-law, brother, brothers-in-law, nephews, and cousins. You are appreciated and loved even though you may not hear the words. Happy Father’s Day! I love you and am grateful you are in my life. To the other patriarch in our family, Uncle Gale, thank you for your Christian leadership and your love.
If you think you are alone without a father this year like I am, you are so wrong. We have our Abba that created us. Don’t forget to spend time with our Heavenly Father today. He knows us better and loves us more than anyone else ever will. Reflect on all the blessings He has given to you and your family. He is waiting to welcome us home when our time here is finished. Tell Him how much you appreciate Him.
P.S. This fudge recipe was a favorite of Dad’s and my husband, Dennis. They both wanted me to scrape the pan and give them the little bits.
Red poppies are a symbol of remembrance for those who died in war. People, men and women, wear them to honor those who died in war. Especially on Memorial Day you will see a lot of red poppies.
Scouts can be seen placing flags on the graves in the National Cemetery. What a great honor for a young scout to do this. I have a grandson that does this. His Dad is a former Marine so he is very respectful of our military.
We live in a great country with strong roots. Many people have lived and died for this land of ours. Let us always remember you brave soldiers. Those that stood and stand between us and the enemy. Pray for them, our leaders, and our country. May God continue to bless America.
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