Birthday Reflection Poem


Today is my dad’s birthday.

And it kind of makes me want to cry.

He is such a precious gift to me.

And I am so glad that he’s alive.


Mom gracefully left the pain of this world,

and went Home 160 days ago.

It’s dad’s first birthday without her.

And he’s missing her fiercely, I know.


But he never complains, never questions,

On Christ the solid rock he stands.

He trusts God’s goodness and timing

Even in the darkest of lowlands.


He teaches and taught us kids & countless others

to laugh through tears,

To love through heartbreak,

And to serve constantly and creatively year over year.


What unconditional love looks like.

What commitment to the Church looks like.

What selflessness and humility looks like.

What a really clean kitchen looks like.


His gentle and patient responses

have molded me to see

the wisdom of being slow to anger,

and apologizing when you’re wrong-immediately.


Mom went Home-

“At the perfect time” says my faith-gently and with love.

“But so early” my heart mutters as it chokes back tears indicative of

The solemn reality that I am not guaranteed

any days in this life.



And so I treasure each one.

Each day, each sweet relationship

Knowing even this difficult side of eternity

is a gift worthy of rejoicing and worship.


Knowing God gave my dad to me,

Is something I’m grateful for-staggeringly!

He’s a comedian, a supporter, a prayer warrior and guide.

He’s a confidant, wonderfully nonchalant-knowing God is by his side. 


Today is my dad’s birthday.

And it kind of makes me want to cry.

He is such a precious gift to me.

And I am so glad that he’s alive.


Happy Birthday, Dad!


Some call him Mr. Bob. His mom, usually scolding/teasing him, calls him Bobby Lee. The kids at camp (and his best friend :)) call him “Beautiful Bob”. During Christmastime he’s known around Hagerstown as “Santa Bob”. But to me, I’m the lucky one-because I get to call him Dad.

Through adoption, Dad rescued me from so much evil-an abusing earthly father, an abusing half-brother, and a world of neglect. Dad showed me so much attention and love and care. He punished me in love, for my betterment, he taught me how to cook and he taught me how to clean.  He took me on dates and was always my valentine (though Mom’s presents were always the biggest!). He found what I loved (music) and took me out coffee houses & record stores, he spent time with me at the grocery store or at counseling, or by taking me to practices, or accompanying me on my first missions trip. He was at every concert.

He makes me laugh and is SO proud of me. He makes me little gifts to encourage me-and he always believes in me. He always PROTECTS me, and reminds me constantly of the wondrousness of our God. He apologizes quickly anytime he is wrong, and I know he wants the absolute best for me.  He serves his church faithfully, and loves mom so steadfastly. He knows my weaknesses, and addresses my sins, but he constantly reminds me of how thankful he is to God for giving me to him as his daughter.

Now, just as a disclaimer-he is NOT perfect! He does get grouchy sometimes, and can exaggerate how long he’s been waiting in the car for you after practice sometimes too-but for the most part-he’s pretty close to perfect 😉 I know I wouldn’t be who I am today without him.

Having him as my dad is one of God’s greatest gifts in my life.

Happy Birthday, Dad 🙂


A Poem for my Dad

I was born someone else’s daughter.

I had a father,

don’t we all?

Though he mustn’t have known my birthday.

Because he never tried to call.

Doesn’t know what my laugh sounds like.

My heartaches

Or my dreams.

What a parental hand I was dealt

Tragic, so it seems.


But in my midst of a daddy-less life,

My wise, heavenly Father interceded.

He placed me in the strong, tender arms

of a redeemed construction worker

Whose warmth I very much needed.


I’m quick to love but slow to trust.

Could this joy be real?

Will he bring me harm when I break his laws or heart?

Will his affections he repeal ?

Will his dedication for me

and for my sanctification last throughout the night?

Or with the dawn will he move on

Another person that craves flight?


A more humble man,

You’ll never find

Dedicated to providing.

Looking constantly to the face of Christ

For his light to him be guiding.

Sacrificing daily

A servant through and through.

He loves his bride ridiculously,

And for her anything will do.


Teaching patience, kindness, and intentionality

Via reprimand and laughter-he loved me as his own.

His calloused hands held my shaking ones

His steadfastness soaked into my bones.


My dad

encourages me

in every step,

every stage,

and every way.

A righteous man

A gift from God.

Whose love I can never repay.


My earthy papa

with joy-filled eyes

points me to my heavenly one.

And when I wear white

I’ll see in both men

How they look just like the Son.


I couldn’t ask for a better Dad.

What a means of grace I see!

If I’m uncertain of God’s goodness,

I just look at how much in you, he’s given me.

Apart from salvation

And the forgiveness of my iniquities,

Having you and mom as parents

Was the best thing to happen to me.


I’m thankful for your laughter

Your sensitive, teary soul

Though daughter I was not born to you

I’ve never held a truer role.


I love you Dad.