Quotes about Fatherhood

Here is a scene that happens in Brazil thousands of times each day: It's early morning. Time for young Marcos to leave for school. As he gathers his books and heads for the door, he stops by his father's chair. He looks into his father's face. "Benção, Pai?" (Blessing, Father?) Marcos asks. The father raises his hand. "Deus te abençoe, meu filho" (God bless you, my son), he says.

Hush, little baby, don't you cry Daddy fixes all things by and by. Cease your striving, rest your eyes You're my joy and you're my prize.

What could make a man stands taller than a newborn son?

Listen, my sons, to a father's discipline, and pay attention so that you may gain understanding. Proverbs 4:1

Ultimately, you are a picture of our Father God to your wife and your children. If you can be trusted, it will be easier for your spouse and your kids to trust their heavenly Father.

I could have ended up a casualty of a broken family, like so many of the kids around me in inner city Baltimore. But my life was forever changed the year I turned 10. That was the year my dad turned to Jesus.

I would say my greatest achievement in life right now - my greatest achievement period is - and I'm still trying to achieve it - is to be a wonderful father to my kids.

I stroke the hair of my brilliant, strong, independent girl. She is a woman now, with her mother's beauty and brains and spirit, but she will always be the little girl who lit up when she saw me, who squealed when I'd bombard her with kisses, who couldn't fall back asleep after a nightmare unless Daddy held her hand.

As I knew my Father in a new way, I discovered who I was as His son. That I was already all I could hope to be because I was in Christ. All of my striving to *become* had actually hidden the truth from me, because in striving to become, I was only denying who I already was.

Jesus is saying that we may address the infinite, transcendent, almighty God with the intimacy, familiarity, and unshaken trust that a sixteen-month-old baby has sitting on his father's lap—da, da, daddy.

The elder brother compares himself with the younger one and becomes jealous. But the father loves them both so much that it didn't even occur to him to delay the party in order to prevent the elder son from feeling rejected. I am convinced that many of my emotional problems would melt as snow in the sun if I could let the truth of God's motherly non-comparing love permeate my heart.

If I am able to look at the world with the eyes of God's love and discover that God's vision is not that of a stereotypical landowner or patriarch but rather that of an all-giving and forgiving father who does not measure out his love to his children according to how well they behave, then I quickly see that my only true response can be deep gratitude.