Dear Dad I Never Had, As you know, we have never met. It’s not because I didn’t have a dad. I did. I had a biological father, but he didn’t love me. So, he wasn’t really a real dad, was he? But you were. I imagined you. I missed you. I still miss you … every day.
Oh, that I had the wings of a dove …
I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest. I would flee far away and stay in the desert; I would hurry to my place of shelter, far from the tempest and storm.”
How To Be Happy In A Broken World
We didn’t plan life to be like this. We aren’t living “the dream.” We aren’t where we thought we’d be 10 years ago. Loved ones got sick. Lost jobs. Passed away. Things didn’t turn out the way they were supposed to. And that’s when you realize, you aren’t living your life. In fact, your life isn’t even your own. After all, …
