"Which of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”
I cannot list the good gifts my father has given me—too, too many—gifts so much better than bread and fish (though he gave me those, too). He gave the gift of unconditional love, of confidence in my beauty and brains, of loyalty to my mother and commitment to God.
These days, excellent Papa that he is, he spews love like water from a fire hydrant, soaking my girls in attention and delight. I wade in the puddles, gifted in seeing my girls so lavishly loved.
Those are the gifts my dad—my human being dad—gives to his daughter. How much more my Father in heaven…