I’ll be the first to say that my relationship with my Dad isn’t the best. This Father’s Day when everyone’s posting pictures of themselves as “daddy’s little girl” I look back through the snippets of my childhood and realize that the moments we have captured in pictures seem posed, forced.
But in the end, I only get one dad. No undo button. And I’d be a fool to waste our time together, especially since God doesn’t make mistakes.
Even though I taught preschoolers this morning, looks like I’m the one that learned something.
