Broken Hearted

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalms 147:3
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. Psalm 51:17
I come to these scriptures after another Fathers Day. I was an imperfect father at my best. I know that, I know I am not the best Grandfather or brother or what ever hat I wear. So my heart is broken when year after year my children do not acknowledge me on Fathers Day. One said to me, it is just another Hallmark Holiday, another occasion to sell greeting cards. My Heavenly Father is aware and I remember many years ago when I knew I would be ignored on a Fathers Day and had prayed about it. A fatherless child that I knew, a girl that never knew who her father even was, not even his name called me and said,  can me and my friend go to church with you on Fathers Day? I knew then that God was aware of my pain and that he was saying it is OK.  He still loves me as imperfect as I am. This Fathers Day I saw a program about a girl that was fathered by a GI during the Vietnam War. She was an outcast and bullied as a child because her mother was Vietnamese and her father American.  For 40 years she never knew her Dad. He was shipped back to the states before he ever knew he had created a child and knew nothing about her. I think I was there for my children, I worked everyday, not every weekend but even many weekends I worked. I worked to put food in their mouths and clothes on their back, and shelter over their heads. I wasn't a perfect father, there are no perfect fathers,  except my Heavenly Father. He sees and he hears and he knows the hurting of my heart this day. Another Fathers Day has come and gone without hearing from my children, because I was not a perfect father. God draws near to people like me, and he loves me just the way I am, imperfect at best. God still loves me, just as I am.   God bless, LVZ.