Father’s Day has come and gone. As I reflected on the day with my children, I remembered that my father never verbally told me he loved me, not once, never. I recalled that not hearing the words created a desire in me to get his approval, which often caused me to not feel good enough. I told them that I wanted to make sure that I didn’t do the same thing to them. Then, I told them I loved them, AGAIN!!! Giddy up.
”Blessings on your journey”