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The LORD is like a father to His children, tender and compassionate to those who fear Him.
Psalm 103:13
I had such a great and tenderhearted father. I don’t think there is a dad like mine throughout the entire world. My father was 101 years old when he died, in 2012. There are days, even at this moment, that I miss my father so much I can actually feel an ache in my heart. I thank the Lord that, with all the bad things I have done in the past, and all my failings and mistakes, my dad still loved me and stuck with me.
To be honest, I put my father through hell. I’m not only referring to the acts which caused me to come to prison, as horrible as these things were, but ever since I was a young child, I had a wild and rebellious streak. I just did not appreciate him. My dad was the perfect example of the father in the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:10-32). He embodied God's grace by never losing hope in me, he offered forgiveness instead of condemnation, and welcomed me back with the unconditional love that mirrors my Heavenly Father's heart.
Psalm 103:13
I had such a great and tenderhearted father. I don’t think there is a dad like mine throughout the entire world. My father was 101 years old when he died, in 2012. There are days, even at this moment, that I miss my father so much I can actually feel an ache in my heart. I thank the Lord that, with all the bad things I have done in the past, and all my failings and mistakes, my dad still loved me and stuck with me.
To be honest, I put my father through hell. I’m not only referring to the acts which caused me to come to prison, as horrible as these things were, but ever since I was a young child, I had a wild and rebellious streak. I just did not appreciate him. My dad was the perfect example of the father in the parable of the prodigal son (Luke 15:10-32). He embodied God's grace by never losing hope in me, he offered forgiveness instead of condemnation, and welcomed me back with the unconditional love that mirrors my Heavenly Father's heart.
In the following letter, my dad is referring to a video interview where I discussed how learning
I was adopted at such a young age affected me. He was ninety-nine years old when he wrote:
I was adopted at such a young age affected me. He was ninety-nine years old when he wrote:
At one hundred years old, my dad wrote:
