A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows, Is God in His holy habitation. Psalm 68:5 NKJV
I felt cold and unloved as I shivered the hours away. I tossed and turned in bed during another sleepless night. I walked away embarrassed from the room full of laughter, my eyes quickly filling with tears. I waited restlessly for someone to come. And then I thought that perhaps he did. But, it took me a long and painful realization to know that I was duped, tricked, and played – then I was dumped on the side of the road like tasteless garbage.
I wander through the city streets striving to defend myself and find a way. I am so confused and buried so deep in the mud all around that I can’t seem to understand. I can’t find my way out.
I am the hopeless one. I am the defenseless one. I am the lonely. I am the forgotten one. I am the unwanted one. I am the hurt. I am the unloved one. I am the vulnerable one. I am the f a t h e r l e s s .
Though it’s easy to forget me, it’s easy to pass by me, it’s easy to not notice me, I really do exist. Though I exist, I lack a voice, I lack a stronghold, I lack a defender. And though I lack, I do have longings, I do have hopes, I do have desires t o b e l o v e d .
Perhaps my story isn’t painful enough to persuade you. Maybe my tale isn’t powerful enough to move you. Possibly my life isn’t great enough to awake you t o a c t i o n .
But even so, will you ignore the cries of the thousands of others? Will you blot out the names of the multitudes? Will you push aside the masses? What of their stories, of their tales, of their lives? We are merely a drop in the bucket. We are simply a grain of sand. We are only a dot in the sky. Is that how you see us?
I have been abused. I have been neglected. I have been abandoned. Yet, I have hopefully waited. I have desired a reconnection. I have longed for his return – t h e r e t u r n o f m y f a t h e r .
But, my father has not come. Instead, he left me. He deserted me. He forsook me. I wondered hard and long if it was my fault, if it was my mistakes, if it was my imperfection, if it was m e .
Then suddenly, I saw H i m . He was always there, but suddenly I noticed Him. He came to my rescue, He opened my eyes, and He showered me with His unending love. Though my father forsook me, He will never leave me. Though my father forgot me, He will always remember me. Though my father hated me, He unconditionally without fail loves me.
He is my Defender. He is my Fortress. He is my Shield. He is my Hope. He is my Healing. He is my Joy. He is my Rock. He is my Truth. He is my Salvation. He is my All-in-All. He is my Everything. He is my One Desire.
He is my H e a v e n l y F a t h e r .
I pray God washes His great love over you this Father’s Day! I pray this fictional short story points you to the hope we have in our Heavenly Father. God is a Father to the fatherless through us, His people – He wants to be a Father through you! Consider partnering with Royal Family Kid’s Camp to show the love of our Heavenly Father to foster kids.