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"I Love You, Dad!"

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June/July 2024

Some of your favorite GUIDEPOSTS writers share what they learned from their fathers

"I Love You, Dad!"

Life Is an Adventure

Daniel Schantz

Moberly, Missouri

The hardest thing about being a pastor's kid was moving all the time— seven times in 10 years. I hated it. I even threatened to run away when I was 13. "Think of it as an adventure," Dad said. "The Good Lord always provides." Those words grated on me. But I couldn't help noticing how much Dad lived them out. He was a sanguine, upbeat person, always whistling favorite hymns and savoring the little things in life: enjoying a good breakfast, reading the morning paper, walking to the post office, tending his garden, helping Mom in the kitchen.

Life was an adventure because Dad trusted God, and God makes even little things extraordinary.

What Love Looks Like

Caroline Conklin

Seattle, Washington

My father collected Chinese vases. Once, I persuaded him to let me take two of the prettiest ones to school for show-and-tell. A classmate accidentally picked up the box and dropped it. The vases broke into pieces.

"I knew this was a bad idea!" Dad said, jaw clenched. I waited for the punishment. But he collected himself and said, "These things happen. It wasn't your fault."

Still, I ended up crying myself to sleep that night.

The next morning, the two vases were standing on the kitchen table. Had it all just been a bad dream?

No. Dad knew how awful I felt and stayed up late repairing the vases.

It was his way of saying, "I love you."

A Gentle Soul

Shawnelle Eliasen

LeClaire, Iowa

My daddy worked in a steel mill. He carried a metal lunch box. His work clothes smelled of machines and hard labor. He was a sacrificial provider. Only when I was a parent myself did I learn he was so much more than that.

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A Preview From Walking in Grace 2026

Ours was not a musical family. Dad had a guitar he never played. We kids plucked at the strings, but none of us thought to learn to play it ourselves. As part of a music program in school, I took up the recorder. The hope was to graduate to clarinet and join the band. I liked the recorder and practiced regularly. But my family could not afford a clarinet, and I stopped.

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1 min

Dec/Jan 2026

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His Cardinal Rule

Why this man has crafted hundreds of redbirds out of wood and given them away

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4 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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Their Scrappy Christmas

It looked like they wouldn't have much of a holiday that year

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3 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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Blankets for Baby Jesus

Could I get my young son to understand the reason for the season?

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3 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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The Legend of Zelda

How learning to play a video game unexpectedly helped this mom in her grief journey

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6 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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The Popover Promise

My first Christmas as a mother had me longing for childhood Christmases with my mom

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4 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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Stitched With Love

If the Lord is willing and the creek don't rise, I know exactly where I'll be every Monday at 3 P.M.

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4 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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A Hundred Shades of Green

Day by day, I was losing my daddy to dementia. What would be left of him?

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5 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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“MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM HEAVEN”

Four nights before Christmas, and my tree was bare.

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2 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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The Memory Ornament

I sat at the dining room table, surrounded by craft supplies, putting the finishing touches on my mom's Christmas gift—an ornament that opened like a jar and held slips of paper with handwritten memories of the year.

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1 mins

Dec/Jan 2026

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