Thursday, June 25, 2009
In June we celebrate Father’s Day. My dad passed away in 2000, but what I remember about him is his laughter. That laughter was a joyous thing to hear. He was never down or moody, but an even-keeled man who always lifted my spirits. He was the only person on this planet that called me ‘Bobbie’. (That’s another story.) There are times now, when I wish I could pick up the phone and talk to him. He was a painter and the painting above is one he did.
In the book that’s coming out in Oct, GUARDED SECRETS the hero has lost both of his daughters to a rare genetic disease. He starts the book with a wounded heart. The person that pulls him out of his drunken haze was the daughter of his partner. When he woke up on the couch at his partner’s house, she told him that Jesus could heal his heart---truth out of the mouth of a babe.
My heroine has a daughter, the same age as the hero daughter would’ve been if she'd lived. She also touches a place in my hero’s heart, bringing joy and hope to his life. I put that man through the wringer, but he came out victorious. It is his response to her daughter that wins the heroine’s heart. He was a great father to his daughters and becomes a great father to the heroine’s daughter.
How has your father blessed your life? What is the one thing that you remember most about your father?
Posted by Leann Harris at 9:00 AM