My father was absent for most of my life, present physically but absent in spirit and soul.
My mother never had a husband though she married and had a child for a man.
That man called me a bastard, said I would amount to nothing and I almost believed him.
He stole my innocence, my confidence, my identity.
Scared out of my wits, I built a wall to protect myself.
The world saw as strength my biggest weakness.
But a taste of real LOVE brought that wall to the ground; revealing a hurt, broken and insecure child.
LOVE made me whole and said to me “Forgive your father, pray for your father”.
I did.
Today I have a father and I am my father’s flavour, sunshine and hope.
In all this I realized; you cannot give what you do not have.
My father was unaware of fatherhood so he could not be a father.
He gave me what he had and was – a hurt, broken and insecure child.
His absence produced a vulnerable wife, a lost child and a defenseless family.
Though our journey to restoration and recovery just begins,
We probably would have arrived if my father was present.
I am KING.
fathers i hope you are reading this- life can be hard for a woman and the children without the able presence of the husband and father. this is touching
This is very nice.
Cool
Well done.
Truly and beautifully presented. Thumbs up!!!
hmm am reading guarded emotions, am i right? Parental rejection is a loaded issue. Thank God for restoration , it is not how fast but how well…. Welldone.