The Power of A Father's Love

On this Father's Day, I'm struck by the power of a father's love. It changes everything. {If you're a numbers person, these statistics for fatherless children will convince you.} I don't know what life is like without a daddy. I honestly can't imagine.

{Classic 80's moment.}

When I was a girl, I had two favorite super heroes: Wonder Woman {I wore the Underoos} and my daddy. He could do no wrong in my book. Was he perfect? No! He cussed like a sailor and was stubborn as a mule at times. But he was my daddy.

And I was his girl. He delighted in me...not because I was his high-achieving, rule-following first born daughter, but because I was HIS. Simple as that.

At the end of the day, every girl wants to be delighted in...not because of what she's done to earn attention or become worthy of affection, but just because she is who she is...just because she belongs to her daddy. This is how a father really loves: he delights in his girl.

When I was 12, I started hearing about my Heavenly Father's love for the first time. I went to Camp Ozark thinking it was all about sports and outdoor adventure. {The Christian part would've scared me. New and unknown things always do.} But something happened during those two weeks at camp. God's love for me felt real and believable...even familiar.

When I was in college, I wrote my dad a long letter...thanking him for the way he loved me and letting him know that his love paved the way for me to believe in God's love. My dad doesn't share my faith, but by his love, he taught me more about my Heavenly Father's heart than anyone else.

{My wedding day.}

A mama's love is fierce and strong, but there's something about a daddy's love and how it relates to God as Father that we mamas just can't replicate. And sadly, not every girl has experienced the love and delight of a father. Some girls don't know their fathers, some have lost their fathers, and some have been deeply wounded by their fathers. I don't know your story, but I know this: if your father didn't love you well, it wasn't because of you. It was because he was wounded and hurting. And because he didn't find the healing he needed for his own wounds, he wounded you. I'm so, so sorry, sweet girl. 

I only know one place to take our very real and painful wounds: to the heart of God. His heart toward you is loving. And the power of his love is healing. Even my earthly daddy can't offer my heart all that it needs. But my Heavenly Father can.

The older I get, the more I can see my father's imperfections. {And the more He can see mine!} But what a girl really needs isn't her father's perfection {she can find that in Jesus}. What a girl needs is her father's delight.  

How great is the love the father has lavished on us,
that we should be called children of God!
And that is what we are!
{1 John 3:1}

 Happy Sunday!


  1. lins - you always have such a fantastic way to say it! luv u to the moon!!

  2. Thank you for this post. It brought me to tears. Praise God for wonderful fathers!!

  3. So sweet love this.....my father meant the world to me and remembering him through your sweet words!

  4. I love the way our Father speaks through you, his cherished daughter, on this very blog. I am blessed beyond measure by the words here today. It's obvious to me why your eathly father delights in you! {I already knew our heavenly Father adored you--we have the living proof of the cross!}

  5. Beautiful portraits, Linsey. And as I mentioned, you have a gift with words. Take care!


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