For the dad who takes no delight in Father’s Day
June 14, 2013 by John Knight
Barb Dittrich of Snappin’ Ministries (Special Needs Parents Network), my friend and a fellow parent in this life of disability, asked me to contribute to their devotional blog in honor of Father’s Day. Below is an excerpt. You can read the entire post here.
But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,” that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. (Hebrews 3:13, ESV)
If you’re a man reading this blog, you’re probably a dad of a child with a disability. And if you’re like most of us dads, you didn’t choose this life. I’m guessing it is harder than anything you’ve ever experienced before.
You’re not alone.
I remember feeling alone, especially in those early months. Nobody understood what it was really like, it seemed. A social worker invited us to a parent meeting and that was even worse – they understood, but they were all so sad or angry or resigned to life. We didn’t go back to that parent group.
Those were dark days, made even darker when I realized the doctors and specialists and educators thought dads were mostly there as a checkbook and an insurance card.
And Father’s Day? All those happy images of dads playing ball with their sons or fishing or just enjoying each other’s company certainly didn’t apply to my situation.
But God gave me a gift that I wasn’t asking for. His name was Karl.
You can read the rest here.
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For the dad who takes no delight in Father’s Day
June 14, 2013 by John Knight
But exhort one another every day, as long as it is called “today,” that none of you may be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin. (Hebrews 3:13, ESV)
If you’re a man reading this blog, you’re probably a dad of a child with a disability. And if you’re like most of us dads, you didn’t choose this life. I’m guessing it is harder than anything you’ve ever experienced before.
You’re not alone.
I remember feeling alone, especially in those early months. Nobody understood what it was really like, it seemed. A social worker invited us to a parent meeting and that was even worse – they understood, but they were all so sad or angry or resigned to life. We didn’t go back to that parent group.
Those were dark days, made even darker when I realized the doctors and specialists and educators thought dads were mostly there as a checkbook and an insurance card.
And Father’s Day? All those happy images of dads playing ball with their sons or fishing or just enjoying each other’s company certainly didn’t apply to my situation.
But God gave me a gift that I wasn’t asking for. His name was Karl.
You can read the rest here.
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