I was once a little girl. And, OH, how I yearned for a father. Sunday morning at church, a young man was being baptized and his Father was there. He talked about how his father had prayed with him every night and how grateful he was for that. It brought tears to my eyes b/c I was so happy for his blessing. Then, I remembered that I had a Father, I had a Heavenly Father. WOW! How lucky am I? In that moment, I felt His presence right next to me in the pew. His arm around me. His unconditional love for me. Nothing I had to earn. His warmth. He's been with me all the way. In the book by Donald Miller titled To Own a Dragon, he says that it can truly be a blessing to not have an earthly Father growing up because, then, you truly have to rely on your Heavenly Father. I was so blessed in the way that I always remember God in my life. I remember being so sad sometimes, yearning for a father who was there for me, but always knowing that God was with me. God was in my life for as long as I can remember. Sometimes I would forget He was there and I would think He had abandoned me but He hadn't. He was there, fighting for me, protecting me, taking care of me. Why wouldn't he? I was His Child! Thank you God, for being my Father. The greatest Father anyone could ask for.