When your Dad no longer knows what day it is. And it is Father's Day.

 This morning I considered whether or not if I should tell my Dad Happy Father's Day. 

He doesn't have a phone any more. 

Sending him a personal text isn't an option. And even if he did, he couldn't figure out how to get the text and their is a 99.999999% chance he has no idea what day it is. But, why not? Even if he has no idea what day it is, it's still Father's Day. 

I know many out their are celebrating their husbands, but don't have a Dad alive on earth to wish Happy Father's Day, and that has to be so hard. I'm sorry if that is you. 

And for the group of us that still have a Dad here, but is stuck in Alzheimer's, or some form of dementia, I get it. It is also hard.

Seasons of life are interesting. Disease is horrible. Life is hard, and wonderful, and rewarding. And at times confusing, frustrating and overwhelming. I never imagined that in my 50's I would still be figuring out how to live life. Each season something new shows up. Each season makes me even more grateful that we have a God who sees us and can offer the love that is beyond what our earthly Dads can or did. 

I'm not sure this is the most fitting verse for my thoughts this morning, but it is the verse that comes to mind. 

1 John 4, verse 18. "There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears i s not made perfect in love."