Father’s Day Reflections: Grace Matters

Today was Father’s Day. It was a day full of celebration and laughter and big hands holding little hands and, for me, lots and lots of reflection. Because I’m super sentimental. And because I’m an INFJ through and through.

It got me thinking about parenthood. About how I had no clue the sacrifices and worry and remarkable love wrapped up in being a parent until I was one myself.

It got me thinking about my husband whose young, adventurous soul reminds me to lighten up when I’m taking life too seriously. Who embraces fatherhood with lightheartedness and humor and adventure. Who is the balance I need when I get too caught up in my own thoughts or feelings or when life feels heavy.

But most of all, it got me thinking about my own father who, despite the worry and angst I’ve caused him over the years, still loves me and my sister fiercely.

Only as I’ve gotten older have I been able to peel back the lens with which I’ve viewed my parents for 30+ years and see them for the real, honest, broken-but-holy people they are…and not the flawless, infallible, dove-white human beings I expected them to be as I was growing up.

With Hindsight Comes Clarity

I look back on my own expectations of my parents as I was coming into adulthood and I’m grateful that they still talk to me. Let alone love me. God bless me when I have two teenage girls of my own under my roof someday.

When I look at my parents today, I see a mirror, a reflection of myself coming more into focus, for better or worse. I’m able to see years of hard work in their hands and joy and laughter in their eyes. And even glimpses of sorrow and weariness once in awhile. Perhaps it’s because I’m a parent myself and have infinitely more grace for those who have walked the parenting journey before me. Or maybe it’s because I’ve matured and I understand that the world revolves less and less around me than I thought it did when I was a teenager. Or perhaps it’s because after having children of my own, I’m capable of loving infinitely more.

Whatever the reason, I see their brokenness, just as it is in me. And I see their holiness, just as it too, is in me.

Today was Father's Day. When I look at my parents today, I see a mirror, a reflection of myself coming more into focus, for better or worse. I'm able to see years of hard work in their hands and joy and laughter in their eyes.

We are all broken AND holy. We are all prideful and humble. We are all greedy and generous. We are all discontent and content. We are all lonely and yet, seek relationship. We are all human. Even our parents. tweet

As I get older, I understand more and more that grace matters.

It matters to those we love and it matters to the stranger asking for money at the stoplight. It matters that we see the person behind the problem. The dignity behind the shame. The kindness behind the hostility.

Today, I’m grateful for my Dad, and I also have grace for my Dad. I see all of the “ands” in my Dad that make him the unique, gifted individual that he is and I’m simply grateful. Happy Father’s Day Dad, and to all dads, everywhere.








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I'm a thirty-something, coffee-loving mom of two living in a funky neighborhood in Seattle....all while seeking a balance between keeping up and slowing down.


  1. It’s true isn’t it, but sometimes it takes become a parent to see it. Thanks for sharing!

  2. I love the new look of your blog!!!!!!! Also YES to grace. Always yes to grace!!!!

    • Thank you, Susannah! My blog is still such a work in progress, but it’s starting to feel more “me” little by little. ๐Ÿ™‚ And yes to grace!

  3. Wow! This is so insightful- becoming a parent really does open up your eyes to how hard it must have been for your own parents!!

    • It’s so true Ashley – raising kids of your own really does give you perspective on how hard the job of “parent” really is!

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