Now that I’m an adult, I understand the “pet” names my father used to call me. “Scalawag” was his favorite. I’m sure Dad wasn’t referring to me as a “white Southerner” supporting reconstruction governments after the American Civil War. He didn’t mean for me to take it literally, meaning “reprobate,” either. He just liked to tease…and not just me, that’s for sure. Dad loved to get a smile from all five of his children. And, yes, we were all “rascals” to one extent or another.
The photo below of
me with my dad was probably taken by my mother in Ottumwa, Iowa. I remember the day in 1954 when I stood there with him, his arm holding me. I felt secure and loved; I was. The airplane hangar number is clearly shown, and I was the number two daughter, the baby of the family. I guess mom and dad decided to “hang it up” after I was born…the little “scamp!”
Father’s Day comes this year and I have a multitude of thoughts, even more than the number of names my dad loving called me. Strong men are always in demand. My dad was strong in many ways I can’t even imagine. He loved his family.during the difficult days of WWII. He took whatever job he could find just to feed seven hungry mouths…that’s strength. When he was overcome by failure and despondent, God’s love brought him through. He began again. All of the family loved him for that. I can still hear my mom say, “I love you, Richard.”
Today, in my personal devotions, I read about a different kind of father/daughter relationship: King David and his daughter Tamar. Many of you will know that Tamar was raped by her half-brother, Amnon. David was very angry about this family situation, but he didn’t take the steps his son Absalom took. Absalom invited his sister to live in his house, protected her, and eventually killed Tamar’s assailant. Now, I remind you, King David loved Absalom with a special kind of love for his son. The Bible records “the rest of the story” in 2 Samuel.
Isn’t it good to know that all believers in Messiah Jesus have God as their heavenly Father, and He will set all records straight in the final judgment? As our Father, God carries us through this life on the wings of the wind.
I wish all fathers a Happy Father’s Day on Sunday, June 17, 2012. My late husband, Roland, was a wonderful father to his three children. I miss him greatly. His Father’s Day has a different meaning now…It’s all good!
Our heavenly Father calls his children, “Beloved.” Now that’s a name I can live with.