Feeling Safe Because I Was With My Dad

Yesterday was Father’s Day. As I prepared the Father’s Day message, I took a few moments to think about my own dad. Pop died of a heart attack in 1978 at the tender age of 61. He was too young to go and I was too fainthearted to initiate a meaningful relationship with him.

As I was thinking about my dad and my relationship with him, I had a moment of epiphany. I felt warm inside my soul and all of a sudden I had the feeling of being safe because I was with my dad. Of all things my father provided for me, nothing was more important than my feeling safe and secure whenever I was around him.

We could be walking late at night to the car in some strange neighborhood, and I would feel safe because I was with my dad. 

We could be going to a football game with thousands of strange people around us and I would feel safe because I was with my dad.

We could be on a train to Utah or walking the streets of San Francisco and I would feel safe because I was with my dad.

I could be lying in pain on the ground of a baseball diamond because someone spiked me and I would feel safe because my dad was there. 

In the midst of my reflecting, I realized how thankful I should be because of the safety net provided by my father during the informative years of my life. I always felt safe whenever my father was near. He minimized the fear factor in my life. He was my strength and shield as a child growing up. 

Dad is gone. Yet, I have that same feeling of being safe and secure because now I have a heavenly Father who is always with me and I had a second epiphany. My earthly father prepared me to sense and to appreciate the safety and security provided by my Heavenly Father.

The Psalmist wrote this about our Heavenly Father in Psalm 28:7, “The LORD is my strength and my shield; My heart trusts in Him, and I am helped; Therefore my heart exults, And with my song I shall thank Him.” Like Father, like father.

It is amazing how much our dads have influenced us over the years. If he were still alive today, I would thank him every time I had a moment of realization like the one I just described.

My dad is gone. What about your dad? If he is still with you, you are blessed. You still have the time to thank him for all things, both big and small, that he has done for you.

Something to think about…