Happy Birthday Daddy

I was just talking with a friend the other day about how thoroughly Jesus heals a heart...and yet, the scar always remains, tender and sensitive to every bump or scratch, able to resurface with at least a small hint of pain at any given time.  I don't believe this is because Jesus is incapable of taking it all away.  I think it's just because He has a purpose in it.
I bumped into some pain the other day.  And then this morning.  I miss my daddy differently in every season, but missing him as my son's Papa is a whole new thing.  It really hurts.
The Lord gave me this in my quiet time the other day.  I don't know if it's finished or not, but it was what I needed for this week.

So deeply etched in His hands am I

that no matter the burden, or how heavy the "why"

His loves washes over and covers the pain

and every loss in Jesus becomes a gain. 

Happy birthday, Daddy.  I sure do miss you today but I know I will see you again soon.  I love you.