Feast for Fathers

Feast for Fathers is a section where I will share my journey with you, as a neglected child. I have never seen my father but his absence has taught me lessons I will never forget. The journey I'm on still finds me confronting pain but the Lessons I've learned, have made me stronger as an individual and a parent. This section is therefore to share the negative and possitive aspects of my journey and hence a testimony of how I moved from resenting my dad to forgiving him and being able to have healthy conversations with him. To get to this point on my journey, I had to ask questions like "Father, Where Were You?" and stating that "It Should've Been You!"

I could not begin to think about sharing my journey with you, had I not received my healing. I also would not have reached this place on the road to deliverance, had I not been given guidance by many wise men whose paths I've crossed. So before I begin to share my journey I would like to acknowledge some very special men in my life who have helped me to embrace forgiveness and walk in the newness of life promised to me in St. John 10:10. >>>Men of Honour in my world<<<

I wrote a poem to release the pain I was feeling, from the lack of my fathers’ presence in my life, ‘I Still Crave the love of my Dad’. Anger was what I felt when writing this poem. Looking back on it a year later, the most amazing thing happened. I started to think of others instead of myself. I thought about my Mum and the torment she must have gone through, knowing one day I would want answers. I thought about my Dad and the regrets he might be feeling. I thought about other children, Mums and Dads in similar situation. There was a peace that came over me and anger disappeared. Then I wanted to share it with others in similar situations, with the hope that it will help to bring about the same kind of healing. There has been many feedback. It has been a blessing to others and I believe that was God’s intention when I put pen to paper that day. For more poems like this, please visit the poetry page.

From this form of sharing, I have also made friends and found people I can turn to for fatherly advice and guidance. Who could it be but God! How can I not testify of His grace and mercy? I serve a living God and through my hurt and pain I will continue to magnify His name. To God be the Glory.