I have standard things I do on Father's Day.
It usually involves Dad music/food/tv/movie. There are moments to reflect on my dear old dad and what he means to me. What he's done for me.
Father's Day used to devastate me. I would avoid people on that day. I didn't want to hear their stories about their dads. I didn't want to have to think about the years I lost and think about what could have been. That's where my brain went. Time and maturity work wonders. Especially to realize how many people have stories like mine, worse than mine, struggles of their own. I am not alone and I think it was selfish to think I was. I still do my dad things, but I can communicate with the outside world without becoming a mess. Mind.. It's also been... 17 years?
But today I went to my friends ward. The bishop stood up and encouraged us to get in touch with our fathers (standard, got it) and also our Heavenly Fathers. What an idea. To honour our Heavenly Father as well. I had thought of this years ago but I am glad to be reminded. Let's take the time to honour Him. Not with breakfast or cards, as often done with our earthly fathers... I turned again to reflect on these 3 days a year that I set aside not necessarily as "dark days" but to justify that dr. pepper and Sledge Hammer marathon. I set aside these days to dedicate to the things my dad loved. In a similar respect Sundays are our Heavenly "Dad" days. On such days I can do things that He loves. It can be similar, I think. It doesn't have to be a full out binge, especially since it's every week, BUT honouring the day. Honouring the Father. Consider what He has blessed me with and do the things He would do.
That is something I can get my head around.
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