My Father was the man that told me stories every night, held me when I cried, and who could barely spank me when I was naughty. (Which was often).
He taught me that a man worth having…was a man worth waiting for.
He is the best earthly example I have seen of what my Heavenly Father must be like.
Except I picture God with flowing hair. My Dad has never had flowing hair. I believe he came out of the womb with his current hairdo.
Anywho, thank you Daddy, for showing me what it means to live a godly and moral life.
I love you more than you’ll ever know. Happy Father’s Day!