Seventeen years ago you became a father.
We were so young and had so much to learn. I’ll never forget the look in your eyes when the nurse placed our first child, a son, in your arms.
You were overwhelmed with emotion. Tears filled those beautiful blue eyes I had grown to love so much, and I saw something in you I had never seen before. I saw a glimpse of the father you would become, and I saw a glimpse of our Heavenly Father’s love.
Our love had taken on a new dimension. Something tangible and eternal and miraculous had come from our love.
Life would never be the same.
The road lay ahead of us, like an open freeway, beckoning us onward. We had no idea what that road held, the struggles or the joys that we would encounter along it’s path, but we jumped on that freeway with all the passion young love holds.
We were so young, and dreams and ideals filled our minds. We gave this precious gift God had given us back to Him, and asked Him to help us along the way.
The babies came so quickly then. Life grew more complicated. Your career took off like wildfire, and then came to a crashing halt.
God grew our faith.
We dreamed again.
We trusted God to determine what our family looked like. Sometimes that was the hardest thing for us. There were moments when fear gripped us as we continued to trust God for our family size through illness and job losses.
So many times we wondered what God was doing.
Then, just as suddenly as the difficulties had come, they seemed to go, and we moved into a more settled stage again.
But God had changed us along the way. Our dreams had changed too. We began to pray that God would use us in a big way for His glory.
Our dreams had shifted from temporal dreams to eternal ones.
God had broken our hearts with the things that break His heart.
At forty six years old, when most people our ages are dreaming of empty nests and cruises just for two, God began to break our hearts with the world’s fatherless.
One very special face consumed our thoughts…
and then another.
And Mark, I have never been more proud of the father you have become than I was on the day you took me in your arms and said, “We have to go. Whatever it takes, whatever it costs, we have to go and bring them home.”
I saw the same look in your eyes that day as I did on the very first day you became a father. It was a look of awe and responsibility. It was an awareness that you fell short in your own strength. The deep love of our Heavenly Father was reflected in those crystal blue eyes again, but this time it was a knowing love, enlightened by the years that had passed. It was the look of a man who had daily laid down his life for his wife and children for eighteen years. It was the look of a man who knew what being a father demanded and what it cost, and yet was choosing, by God’s grace and strength to do it all over again, no matter what it cost him.
It was a look that took my breath away.
You take my breath away.
On this Father’s day, when we have stepped out in faith to meet the needs of two wounded abandoned young girls, I am in awe of the father you have become.
I am in awe of your faithfulness.
I am in awe of your love for me and for our children.
I am humbled by your willingness to trust God yet again with me.
And I am so blessed to be your wife.
Happy Father’s Day, sweet man of mine!
I love you.