The Monkey Exhibit

I never really knew my biological father. My mother was 16 when I was born and she was older than my father. He was obviously not ready to care for a family. His father, my grandfather, didn’t help the situation. He discouraged my father from having anything to do with me. So I had no chance of having a natural father.

Through the years my mom had boyfriends, and marriages, but there was never anyone I can remember who was a father to me.

We moved to Glenburn halfway through my first grade year. Later during that Glenburn tenure my mom married. I don’t remember if this memory happened before or after her marriage, but I had known her husband for a while before they were wed. The man she was with was too immature to be a father regardless of his age.

I had not had the blessing of a natural father. I had not had a memorable stand-in father up to this point. The guy we were with was not going to be my father. At that time in my life, while in a field close to home, I had a revelation. I realized that God was going to be my father. I know that’s not anything special for those who have grown up thinking of Him as such and you might not be too impressed. For someone who never had a father, though, it was major. Not only did I feel like I was getting a father, but my father was also the Lord of all! Amazing!

Now, I can’t say I’ve always been the perfect son, but I know that as a father God is always available to me. He has the answer to my every question and every need. When I hurt, he is always ready to take me into his arms. That is something a father-less child always longs for.