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Reflecting the Fruit of the Spirit toward Your Absent Father


It had been four years since I sat in the presence of my earthly father. Seasons had come and gone, and although we hadn’t lost contact over the phone, I felt ashamed that it had taken me so long to see my father in person.

I sat beside him and rested my hand on his lap for posed pictures. I held him tight, an overdue embrace.

I carry my father’s biological imprint; it lives within. Inherited are my light-caramel eyes. I find his trademark furrow between my own eyebrows as I contemplate life’s hard moments…. Join me at to read the rest of my story about the power of infinite grace for our finite fathers. And share your thoughts on the site! 




  • So beautiful. <3 This was a good word. Have a blessed and beautiful week, my dear friend.

    • Jessica Galán
      2 years ago

      Caro, I miss you. xoxo

  • Christina Hubbard
    2 years ago

    Jessica, I have wounds like this too, and your words remind me of the vow I have made with God: to continually forgive and look not to man, but Him alone.

    • Jessica Galán
      2 years ago

      Sometimes parents are the only reflection of God that children get…thank you for your words, amiga.

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