My whole life my dad has always been there for me. In every smart pursuit I wanted to follow he was always right there telling me that I could do it or pushing me to strive harder towards the goal I had for myself. He taught me a lot about music, even though he doesn't even play an instrument. His encouragement in the music part of my life gave me the confidence to become the pianist I am today.
If I was ever down about something or didn't know what to do he always did. He'd grab my hands, bow his head and begin praying to our Lord to show me the way. Of course he would give me fatherly advice, but at the end of it all, he always left it in the Lord's hands where it belonged. He always encouraged me to trust God with my troubles.
Some people would say my dad is too strict of a person. I think I would prefer to use the word strong. Just because my dad has rules doesn't make him too strict. All of the rules he implements in this family are because he believes it's the right thing to do or to protect us from making stupid decisions. In my case, I've made some stupid decisions anyway, but I've regretted them and wished I hadn't done them. But even when I do stupid things, Dad still loves me and explains why he does certain things and most of the time I learn from those mistakes.
My dad is strong in his faith. He believes in the Lord Jesus Christ and he points us to Him every chance he gets. He sets an example I hope I can one day follow with my children. Every time he sits down to do devotions with us he talks about the gospel and the wonderful and terrible God that is behind everything. He is steady in his beliefs and wants his whole family to believe and be strong in the Lord. I pray to one day be as good an example in this area as my father is to me.
My dad is full of love. Everything previously mentioned proves to me that he loves his family. But there are other tells. When he comes home from working late and I've been waiting all day to talk to him about something, whether it's exciting or troubling, he doesn't just talk to me about it - he wants to talk to me about it. He gives me money when I don't ask for it but he knows I need it. He works as much as he can to provide for his family. He supports us in our good endeavors. And I believe it is also love when he doesn't support us in our endeavors that may not be so good. He kisses my cheek every morning; I love that.
My dad can be scary to some people, but I'm pretty sure that's only because they don't know him. If they would take the trouble to get to know him they'd probably see him how I do: as a godly man who loves his family and strives to take care of them. I'd say he does a pretty good job of it.
You know, in some of the job interviews I've had I was sometimes asked who would be my hero outside of my own family. Well, when I think of a hero I think of my dad. I always thought it wasn't fair for the interviewer to put stipulations on who would be my hero. My dad isn't just my hero because he's my dad. He's my hero because of everything he stands for and everything he does and everything he is. My hero is encouraging, he's strong, and he's loving; he's the perfect role model. And that's my dad.
So I want to thank my dad for being the best dad out there.
I love you, Daddy!
Happy Father's Day!