I love my Dad. I love the fact that this Man (man with a capital "M", I'm convinced that there are a few phases in manhood, boy, young man, man, Man.) My dad is a Man man, lol. He exemplifies in this past two years much of what was a mystery to me for most of my adolescence. He hears my heart, and hears God speak to Him about me. He speaks the truth to me, offers wisdom that comes from a place that I can identify with because I am his seed and I think and act a lot like him. My relationship with my dad testifies to the sovereignty, love, grace and redemption in Christ. It's amazing how all of the talks and such that I missed growing up, I have experienced to a depth that I don't think most fathers and daughters experience so intimately. My dad speaks life into me, like a human echo of God. He's not God, but God echoes His love towards me through my father. I love that Man. This is an ode to my father. Even though I didn't get to see his life process, it is amazing that in my journey to learn to understand, relate to, and appreciate men, I have a father who exemplifies manhood at its finest. His choices, his struggles, his bruises, his tenderness, his fears, his joy, his vulnerable heart, his weakness, his strength, his tender patient love... his heart for his daughter absent and present, are what has made him in my eyes a Man. God made a Man, out of a boy... a lonely, frail boy. My father is the story of redemption. I am a daughter of redemption.
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