Happy Father's Day To My Dad

Twenty-nine years ago, God answered one of my many requests. I can recall being approximately six years old, and in elementary school. My teacher phrased the question, "If there were three wishes you could have granted, what would it be?" I requested a father in it's truest sense, a baby sister, and to be able to meet and know God. No sooner than I echoed my request, it's manifestation began. I recall my aunt and uncle's introduction of my parents and feeling the happiness in the room. My father came in and immediately picked up the pieces.

He never once excluded our needs, wants and or desires. It was clear that he wanted to be just as much a part of our lives as we desired his presence. My Dad is very supportive, emotionally, financially, and spiritually. He is truly a gift from God.

There was never a birthday, graduation, holiday, or a "just because event", he failed to offer his support. He was a disciplinarian, but he never needed to use force. Just the idea of him being disappointed in your behavior was enough to keep you on the straight and narrow path.

We grew up with the love and support we needed. He instilled values. He taught us to be proud of who we are. He taught us never to give up or give in. Gratitude was a keyword emphasized in the home through his actions. When he believed in you, he created a comfort zone for you to believe in yourself.

Three years after having him all to our selves, my second wish was delivered. He married my mother and brought forth my little sister, Nicole. After her birth there was no difference in the interaction with any of his children. I was very please, I had the Dad I wished for and a younger sister.

I remember fondly being introduced to our new family (his siblings, mother, father and friends). His introduction of his new family before marriage to my wonderful mother was, "these are my children." The word "step child" was never spoken or felt in any sense in our home.

He taught my brother, what his responsibilities were as a man and his responsibilities to his family if my Dad was not able to carry on. He taught his three daughters what to expect and to accept from a man. Fortunately, my first teachings about men were from my father, and for that I am grateful.

He taught us how to pray how to read the Bible. he taught us about the importance of God and His inclusion in our lives. My third wish was delivered, to know my Creator. Knowing and accepting the Creator helped me fulfill my role as a daughter.

Thank you, Floyd R. Christian for being a man, a father, a husband to my mother, a doctor when we were sick (or played sick), a disciplinarian and a true friend. Thank you for teaching me how to share my gifts with the world. You are truly a devoted, patience, and kind spirit.

Thank you for life many lessons . Thank you for your wisdom and your acceptance. Thank you for believing in me. Thanks for giviing me the strength and encouragement to be who I am.

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