Sixteen years ago today my dad died.

It is hard to believe it has been that long.

I miss him.

He was a giant of a man in stature and in personality. He had a big heart and big emotions (for better or worse). He loved me.

When I was in the fifth grade he chaperoned a field trip. I thought that was so cool that MY dad would choose to miss work to go on a field trip with me and my classmates. That was back when dads didn’t really do that; it is one of my favorite memories from childhood.

When he was sick and living with my family, my kids got to share a room. One night I went in to check on the kids, and the girl child was missing!!! I peeked into my dad’s room (which had been the girl’s room), and she was curled up in the “hospital” bed with him – both sound asleep. What a sweet memory.

He may not have been perfect (nobody is), but he was one of the first people to introduce me to my other dad – my heavenly Father.

Here are some truths about my Father:

My Father has adopted me into His family – changing my status from slave to child (Galatians 4:4-7)

My Father is the giver of good and perfect gifts (James 1:17).

My Father loves (1 John 3:1, 4:7 and many more).

Knowing my Father loves me, calls me His child, and gives good gifts is a blessing.

When I am discouraged, these truths encourage.

When the world seems hopeless, these truths bring hope.

When I am sad and miss my dad, these truths are comfort.

Knowing my dad was a gift; he made a huge impact on my life.

Knowing my Father is a gift; He has transformed my life.