father-and-son-holding-handsThere may be a Scripture espousing the value of a father, but if there is, Google can’t find it nor does my concordance list it. Yet there is no doubt of a father’s value to his children because God, Himself, describes Himself in His infinite perfection as our father. It goes without saying that if God is love, God is merciful, God is gracious and long suffering, God is our protector and our provider, then that is what a father is supposed to be.

I started thinking about fatherhood tonight–What it means to be the daughter of a good father.

Some people don’t like the term “father.” They think of a stern faced, angry man waiting for them to fail so he can punish them.

But if a good God is our father, that picture cannot be correct.

And though we all know that the men who raised us are our fathers, most of us call our earthly fathers by another name–Daddy. Jesus did when he cried out to His father. “Abba!” “Daddy!” The heart cry of need.

My Dad, Martin Webster

My Dad, Martin Webster

I never talk about Martin Luther Webster Jr. and call him my father, though he was all the good things a father is meant to be. To me, he was Daddy. Didn’t matter when I became old enough to be a grandmother myself, he was always  my Daddy. Whether I was talking to him or talking about him, that’s who he was.

He was imperfect. Could cuss a blue streak. Had high expectations of himself and others. Loved a good joke–both the hearing and the telling. Hard working. Generous to a fault. And present.

I’ll never forget walking in to sing my first solo at music contest and seeing him sitting in the metal folding chair, dusty from being on the tractor, but there. He hadn’t told me he was coming. He hadn’t had time to go clean up. But he was there and I still remember the look on his face as I sang. So proud and I sang my heart out for his approval.

And no matter the occasion, he always was there for me. Through every high and every low of my life until God took him home, June 5, 2012.

Daddy

Daddy

I was so fortunate to have such a good, good father. We didn’t always see eye to eye. I’m sure there were many times he wondered what in the world I could have been thinking! I’ll always regret that I made him cry as a rebellious teenager. But his tears weren’t for nothing. Seeing my strong, loving Daddy cry because of my disobedience was a turning point for me as I figured life out and decided it made more sense to do the right thing.

Some of his lessons were taught. About being honest and telling the truth, no matter what. Others, like perseverance and hard work, were caught. Just watching his life and his work ethic made an impression on me.

And I never, ever doubted that he loved me and was proud of me. Oh, how I miss him every day even as I take comfort knowing I’ll see him again.

And I’m grateful that, as human as Martin Webster was, he taught me a whole lot about God as my Heavenly Father because my Daddy was a good, good father to me and my sisters.

I started thinking about this tonight after going to church and singing Good Good Father by Chris Tomlin. Here are the lyrics:

I’ve heard a thousand stories of what they think you’re like
But I’ve heard the tender whispers of love in the dead of night
And you tell me that you’re pleased
And that I’m never alone

You’re a good good father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am

I’ve seen many searching for answers far and wide

But I know we’re all searching
For answers only you provide
‘Cause you know just what we need
Before we say a word

You’re a good good father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am

Because you are perfect in all of your ways
You are perfect in all of your ways
You are perfect in all of your ways to us

Oh, it’s love so undeniable
I, I can hardly speak
Peace so unexplainable
I, I can hardly think
As you call me deeper still
As you call me deeper still
As you call me deeper still
Into love, love, love

You’re a good good father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, it’s who I am

And if you’re not familiar with the song, here is Chris Tomlin singing at The Grand Ole Opry: https://youtu.be/eaqaER7dasY

Our God is a good good father. And you are His beloved. Even if your earthly, human father failed you, He never will. He loves you. It’s just who He is. godlovesyou