My father died when I was eight years old and I still miss him. I wish that he was here with me so I could spend time with him. I have a lot of memories of him, but there is still a part of me that wish I had more time with him. If he was here maybe, I could have father and daughter dates with him. I wish that I could remember the sound of his voice. I wish he was there to protect me like fathers protect their daughters. I could go on and on about what I "wish" because I love him. But now, I run to God as my Father. I pray that God will comfort me in my pain. I just want to have the experience of having a father in my life.
Psalm 68:5 (New King James Version)
5 A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows,
Is God in His holy habitation.
And we all, with unveiled face, beholding the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another. For this comes from the Lord who is the Spirit. 2 Corinthians 3:18
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