Thursday, April 16, 2009

Searching for a Father’s Love

I receive letters from kids like this all the time. Here are two of them that touched me deeply: I will share two more in the next blog.

I realize that you don’t know me and I’m only a face in a crowd of teenagers. Why don’t I have a father like you? You made me cry today when, in my high school assembly, you talked about your relationship with your daughter and how you show her you love her. I never cry. You learn not to in my family. All I want is a chance. I wish I had a father. I wish someone loved me like you love your family. You don’t know how badly I want to understand things, how much I want a chance to. And it may sound stupid, but if someone would hold me just for a minute—no strings, no games—well, I can’t really explain it.

I am fifteen years old. I’m one of those teenagers that is in search of their father’s love. Could you please pray for me, and also for my dad and mom? Just pray that they will see that teens do spell love T-I-M-E. I wish so much that my daddy would do half the things with me that you’ve done with yours. He hasn’t done anything since I was about five. And I’ve really needed it, the past eight years especially.

(To be continued)

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