A Daddy’s Love…

While Daddy’s been gone on his business trip, there’s been much crying and wailing ’round here. You see, Daddy is very involved in his kids’ lives, and he doesn’t part from us too often. Sarah and Kerry both have taken turns bursting into tears; saying they miss their daddy.

Normally, the kids whine about how strict Scott is, and every once in a while, I worry that they don’t know just how much he loves them. (Yet, at times like this, I realize that they must have some awareness, or they wouldn’t miss him so very much!) Scott can be unyielding in his discipline, but I try my best to always support him and not undermine his authority. You see, even though, I find it difficult to be as tough with the kids as I should be, I know in my heart they need “a firm hand.” I also know that Scott truly has a very, deep abiding love for them, and he disciplines them because they need it. Their daddy also has the ability to be direct and uncompromising, without yelling at them or losing control (which is quite a good thing). Anyway, I think a daddy’s love is just hard for a child to comprehend, but I do believe that Sarah and Kerry will both have a better understanding of it one day…

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To me, with most any strong-held belief, there is a song that accompanies it. (Well, that also holds true for most any conviction, attitude, memory, or event–I can’t help it!) It’s as if I experience and express life through a collection of songs. (No, I’m not just trying to be melodramatic or “super-artsy -D ). When I think about a daddy’s love, I automatically think about a song I first heard when I was but a child myself:

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Daddy’s Hands

By: Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working ’til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.

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**Note: O.k., I admit it. I just got through watching the above video again, and I’m crying now. So, hey, will you do something for me?! Give your daddy and your husband each a call today…or say a special thanks for the father(s) in your life. [I know it’s not Father’s Day; just do it!–(I mean, please, of course! -) )]

…Yeah, and while you’re at it, say a prayer of thanks for the best Father ever–your Heavenly Father! He loves each of us more than we can ever know!

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