Celebrations began as the girls fixed a pancake breakfast. They attempted frog shapes with the batter, but soon switched over to making “baseballs”.
After a lovely time of fellowship at church, we returned home for a Father’s Day meal of homemade pizza and apple cobbler. The children deluged their Daddy in homemade cards and tokens of appreciation, and Kaira found a hymn in an old hymnal which she played on piano as her gift. The song was new to me, but the simple lyrics fittingly capture the caring Daddy my children are blessed to know:
Our Thanks, O God, For Fathers
By Lois S. Johnson
Our thanks, O God, for fathers Who follow in Thy way,
And who with glad and trusting hearts, Exalt Thee every day.
Our thanks, O God for fathers Who show by word and deed,
Commitment to Thy will and plan, And Thy commandments heed.
Our thanks, O God for fathers Who meet Thee oft in prayer,
And who for all life’s toil and care, Find strength and wisdom there.
How blessed are the children Who in their fathers see
The tender Father-love of God, And find their way to Thee.
Happy Father’s Day:
to my own wonderful Daddy, and to Ken–an amazing husband and father!