I almost feel as if I should recuse myself from writing this devotion. I am too close to the subject to be objective. I am a daddy and I am familiar with all the emotions that daddies experience. Understand this, contributing biologically to the conception of a child does not make you a daddy. Being a daddy is a heart thing.
The heart of a daddy is a mess. It has experienced every emotion known to mankind and even some that are known only to him. It causes tears to leak from his eyes that he doesn’t want you to see and cheers to come from his lips that he wants the world to hear. A daddy’s heart tends to hold things in and makes it hard for a man to express his feelings. It will swell with pride and race in fear. Love will make it tender inside but it is often surrounded by a hard outer shell that needs to be cracked. Yes, a daddy’s heart is a mess but it never stops loving his children.
A daddy’s heart is big. It has to be. It has to be big enough to hold strength, courage, wisdom and gentleness. A daddy needs to be brave enough to kill spiders and strong enough to open jars. He must be smart enough to fix a bicycle and gentle enough to eat imaginary cookies. A daddy’s heart has the wisdom to let little hands do what they can and knows when to help and when not to help. Most daddies don’t know how big their heart is, but it is big enough to love his children with an unending love
Strong is the heart of a daddy. The heavy duty heart of a daddy has been crushed, broken, stretched and swollen. It has soared like an eagle and has stooped to the eye level of a child. This great heart can roar like a lion and purr like a kitten. For the sake in of his children he will stand up and fight the fiercest enemy or kneel down in prayer to the Holy Father. A good daddy places his heart in the hands of Jesus. He knows that he loves his children best when he loves the Savior the most.
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