I trudged into the grocery store to buy a Father’s Day card. I had forgiven my father. I had tried reconciling over the years—prayerfully processing the hurts inflicted before and after I left home at fifteen. Sadly, decades later, I still couldn’t relate to the cards that had messages gushing with gratitude for the “greatest” dads. So, desperate to honor my heavenly Father, I stood in that card aisle and prayed for my earthly father.
From Adam and Cain to David and Absolom to my father and me, sin has caused multigenerational strife and heartbreak.
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