I naturally move from love shown by my Daddy to the love of my Father God. My Daddy’s love made it easy for me to see and accept love from God my heavenly Father. My daddy modeled God’s love. Not all daughters have that example and privilege, either because of absence or neglect or worse. I record here some scattered memories of my times with Daddy:
Precious were the times Daddy carved out of his busy work schedule for the two of us to have time together. I know that some of those times involved more than the two of us, times we shared all together as a family, but my take away is how Daddy made me feel special.
Clockwise: Daddy, Martha, Tom, Minnie, Mother, and me in the middle. Photo taken in Mobile, AL in the entryway of my parents’ apartment.
We rode bikes; we have photos of those bikes with baskets. At one time they had bicycles built for two and so my parents, sister and I went on bike rides, as so I’d been told but not remembered. Daddy and I also walked around the neighborhood in the evenings. These were times to talk and I remember most that Daddy spoke to me about Mother, that he wanted me to help her around the house. He taught obedience and modeling love, for my response was to obey and to love.
In those times I understood also that love is active and binds husband and wife as well as parent and child. Mother and Daddy demonstrated the command of Deuteronomy 6 where the parents are to teach God’s Law to their children as they “walk by the way,” as natural as walking and talking together, relating to God and to each other.