I had a great Father’s Day weekend last weekend. The weather was great. I got lots of time with my family. Courtney and the kids were extra sweet to me and pretty much let me do whatever I wanted, etc., etc., etc.,. Loved it. Just soaked it all in and really had that sense of enjoyment, satisfaction, and sincere gratitude for being a dad, husband, and still having my Dad around to be with as well.

But that’s not the confession.

While I was having such a great weekend, which is fine, really. I’m not oppose to happiness or enjoyment. But while I was having such a fine weekend, I confess that I was completely and utterly inconsiderate of the fact that other people’s Father’s Day would not be so nice and special. In all of my enjoyment, I totally overlooked those around me who I know that have lost their father (or husband to their children, or dad’s who have lost a child) for whom Father’s Day is a painful reminder of that loss. For that, I confess.

I confess that I was inconsiderate and missed opportunities to pray for, love on, and support so many whom I could have. I ask your forgiveness. Please forgive me. I am likely to fail again in some other way…but I would like to think that maybe, just maybe, I’ll do a little better in the future at being more considerate. Thanks, in advance, for any grace and forgiveness I receive. May God strengthen you and help you to find Him and His comfort, peace and joy during difficult days.

 Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility consider others above yourselves, ⁴ not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. Philippians 2:3-4 (NIV 1984)