On Father’s Day, I always think about the fathers I know who are brokenhearted over how they have let their kids down; how they have failed to be a godly dad for them. Some don’t even get to see their kids, because they made one bad choice too many.
I feel really sorry for these men. It is very natural to focus on our failures, and it is right to be full of remorse. Yet, I am compelled to encourage these fathers. So, this post is for them.
Brothers, at the end your life, you don’t have to be defined by your failures. You don’t have to be remembered by your children for how many times you fell down, but for how many times you got back up.
It may feel like it’s too late to change, or too late for change to matter. You may be convinced all hope is gone, but that’s just not true. That’s a lie from the one who hates you (and hates your kids), Satan himself. Brothers, with God, it is NEVER too late and no change is too small. Don’t give up on what God can do. Don’t quit on Him.
And, don’t quit on yourself, or your kids. Keep going! Keep going back to the Cross with a humble heart and contrite spirit. Keep asking God to perfect His Son in you, to make you the man and father He meant for you to be—and, that your children need you to be for them.
Listen, it doesn’t matter how old they are, or how old you are, either. It doesn’t matter how much time you’ve wasted, or how little time you’ve given them. Keep asking God to finish the good work He started in you, and keep praying for those children. Keep asking God for the impossible, whatever that means for you, and start believing that God is able to do the impossible.
And, brothers, one last word: depend on each other. Share your needs, and pray for each other. You don’t have to be alone in this.
God bless you, Dads. I’m praying for you today. ❤