I’ve been overwhelmed this week with flashbacks to Fathers’ Day (and Mothers’ Day) in the years I was serving a local church.
The major expectations.
The stories no one else knew.
The family that lost a son to AIDS.
The folks longing to be parents.
The families going through divorce.
The parents whose kids had huge physical and mental health challenges.
There just aren’t enough Hallmark cards in the world to make all the pain better on days when everything is supposed to be all warm and cozy.