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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: fathers (06/06/05)

TITLE: My Father
By Ellen Bethel
06/07/05


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My Dad, ah, yes I remember sitting in his lap as he taught me to play chess. But wait is that my memory or that of someone else?
Feelings of anger and disappointment trailed very close behind the word dad for when I was seven and eight I watched my friends with their dad; is that what a dad does? I thought with disbelief as they would laugh and play. Yes, I suppose that’s how it’s supposed to be.
Through my teen years, there was no dad for the boys I liked to fear, no father-daughter dances, banquets or father of the year.
No father to love my mother teaching me how to live, no affectionate example of husband and wife for me to know.
As I walked down the aisle to become wife, the walk I made was alone.
No grandfather for my children no words of wisdom to pass down,
Not an understanding face to look into
Or big loving arms to wrap around.
Father…Dad, the words are foreign to my lips and strange to my ears.
Until the day in my heart was heard,
“I will be a Father to the fatherless”
As the tears ran as fountains of water, I look back again with Him and this time through His eyes; “Did you notice” I heard as He continued to speak “the dads you were around showed what it’s like? And when you saw no father it was I who guarded you, what was it you used to sing when the nightmare broke your sleep?” “Peace is flowing like a river, yes my daughter that Peace is me” “When you walked down that aisle it was I who walked with you, calming the fears that you wouldn’t know what to do.” “Your children are my children, and my wisdom I give to you, my arms have often sheltered you and will continue to, for you are not fatherless, I Am a Father to you!


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Carol Shaffron06/14/05
Isn't He truly our REAL Father? And all the father's of flesh copies? Some of them are so broken they can't possibly reflect Who God is and some of them for one reason or other just couldn't be there...Yet, God keeps His promise, I will never leave you nor forsake you. And those who do, it's their loss..
pam bryan06/14/05
How very tender. Your piece speaks of the Father's faithfulness to whisper truth and your maturity to hear it! Blessings...
Shari Armstrong 06/14/05
Very nicely done -almost a poetic feeling.
Joyce Simoneaux06/14/05
Yes, he is a father to the fatherless. He is also a father to those who had abusive, uncaring stepfathers. Your words nicely the picture of our true father.
Lynda Lee Schab 06/18/05
I agree - this was poetic in spots. It could be edited in a few places for grammatical errors but I appreciate you sharing your heart. Looking forward to reading more from you.
Blessings, Lynda
Michelle Burkhardt06/19/05
He does fill those shoes. I felt sad for you but enjoyed the article.