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Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's day to all those special men who over the years have not only been fathers to us but also our friends. I have been immensely blessed to be surrounded by powerful men of God who have shielded me, cared for me, been a shoulder, strengthened me and always been there for me. I totally, wholly love you and if there was a way i could repay you for your input in my life, i would quickly and greatfully do that.

It has not been an easy journey this far, infact its been really long but you continue to stand with and by me regardless of my situations. My ability to stand my ground in the face of controversy i surely learned from you. To love God and let Him be the centre of my focus, to let the Word of God be the final authority when foming opinion and a whole bunch of other things.

I can still remember back in the day when Stephen taught me to "separate the person from the situation." I cannot even begin to tell you how much easier my life has been since i learnt that lesson so many years ago. To love people even when we don't see eye-to-eye on certain things. You taught me to forgive and let go which has also been more than valuable a lesson for me.

Nobert Tugume, you surely are a pillar for me. Through my pettiness as a child you nudged me in the right direction, you've even been tough when the need arose. When no one else seemed to get me i knew i had you in my corner, encouraging me forward.

Pastor Jairus and Uncle Peter, you held my hand in my most uncertain of times. Throughout the pregnancy, you all were there for me and i cannot even begin to say how much you covered me entirely, loved and protected me!!!

I might not be able to exhaust it all if i was to get into it but happy father's day to all the amazing men in my life. I love you, i love you, i love you!!!

I may not have had my dad alive(he passed on when i was 5yrs old) but you surely played the part amazingly well.

Comments

akakinda said…
Wow, we bless the Lord for our Fathers. Really touching story.

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