My relationship with dad has been on a journey since he passed away— oddly, without him actually being here.
God has been bringing to light my *interpretations* of things my dad said/didn’t say and did/didn’t do over the years we had together.
In the mix of all of these things, the wrestling, the tears, the laughter and the questions, this is what God gave me as I lingered by the graveside:
Go, Steph, go.
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think about how your dad feels about you— how he feels about the fact that you are his daughter?
How has it influenced how you think God feels about you?
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