I know that I haven’t always been the best at what I do. I’m really just trying to figure it out as I go along. And I don’t always heed the warnings, or learn the lessons, that I’m supposed to. But I’m trying. I really am.

It’s just so hard. I’m awash in my own sin, all while I try to coax you away from yours. And there’s just so much we don’t know. So many hard truths that we forget, so many past failings that we take up again.

But you guys are great kids. You’re intelligent, fun, and tender-hearted. You bring such joy to your mom and I, amidst the heartache. You have made our family a home. You make us whole, and complete. Our house would just be a house were it not for you.

So, this Father’s Day, we can’t celebrate how great I am; it simply isn’t true. And we can’t celebrate how great you’ve been; it’s often, but not always. What we can celebrate, though, what we can truly embrace and rejoice in, is that Jesus has shown us the Father, the father who loves deeper than we can ever love, forgives more than we can ever transgress, and gives more than we could ever need. He has shown us a better way, and He has given us the means to travel it through His Son.

In this world you will have sorrow. In this world it will never be completely right. But take heart, Jesus says, “I have overcome the world.” And we are overcome with His love. Thank God, for God. May He be the father to you that I never can be, and may He make me the father that I always wished to be.

Happy Father’s Day.