As I listened to the service this morning, the Praise and Worship team were singing about God being a good father. And he is the best! Unlike so many individuals, I grew up with a father in the home. My dad was a hardworker, a great husband to my mom, and a good father. He was unable to give my siblings and me material things, but he gave us his love by displaying the qualities of a man of excellence.
My dad was generous, gentle, and kindhearted. I never recall my dad fussing or raising his voice to my mom. He was always willing to help others in any way he could, often never charging others for his services. I recall him working on cars for others, giving folks rides to work or to town. He sometimes gave my classmates a ride home from band practice or from a football game.
He left here much too soon, but his work was done. He had helped my mom raise ten of us to adulthood. Then, he assisted her to raise two granchildren to adulthood as well. He was a Good Good Father!