Our sense of security is often rooted in our fathers. After my dad died, I called out to God spontaneously, “Send me a protector!”
Where do we find that sense of safety that we lost?
I caution not to go looking for it in a romance. That was my first go-to. I did not realize exactly what I was doing. My reasoning was that God was buffering the loss of my father with a husband-to-be, the lifelong dream of being a wife.
You can imagine the sense of double loss I felt when that security blanket was ripped from my life, too, a year after my father died. Read more