My Three Fathers

Not everyone has fond memories of their fathers to commemorate Father's Day, making days like today difficult.  I'd like to share with you a chapter I wrote in a book, it's called My Three Fathers.

"It was Saturday night, and I finally found some time to just sit and relax after a long week. I was mindlessly scrolling Facebook and stumbled upon old family photos. I stopped on one that was precious to me. It was of my dad and I when I was just two months old.   He was holding me tight to his chest. I could feel the security he provided simply by seeing this old photo. These were happy times. I loved my dad. He was my protector. He was not only that way with me, but for my 3 older siblings as well, especially in this time of turmoil. You see, around the time this picture was taken, my mom left him for another man - when I was just 6 weeks old.

Having stirred up old but familiar uneasy feelings, I needed to scroll on. I then came across a friend’s random post, you know the ones, designed to be fun … like “If you were an animal, or a Disney character, which one would you be?” Only this one asked, “If you were the opposite sex what would you look like?” Sounded fun. I uploaded a recent picture of me, clicked submit, and anxiously awaited the male version of me to appear. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. 

With that one click, my life became a lie.

As the Facebook generated image appeared, I felt a gut punch so hard it literally took my breath away. Before me was a split screen; me as I look today on the left, and what I would look like as a 50-year-old male on the right. But I didn’t see myself in that male picture.  All I could see is my stepdad - the man my mom left her marriage for, and the guy who sexually and physically abused me as a child. It was the face that I have spent a lifetime trying to erase from the depths of my mind. All the pain of my past came rushing back into my present with a tsunami-like force. But how could this be? How could this computer-generated image of a 50-year-old male version of me be the spitting image of my stepdad, my childhood abuser - the man I have spent a lifetime trying to erase from my mind?

In seeing the undeniable physical resemblance, it was in this moment that I realized my childhood abuser was actually my biological father. He wasn’t my stepdad like my mom told me. He was my biological father, and everything I believed up until then about my family - and who and what a father should be - was a lie. I sat there with a blank stare into the abyss of my computer screen and started to recollect the shattered memories of my childhood, grasping for clarity. This Facebook image smashed the puzzle of what I thought was my life. I was left with only scattered pieces and the painful task of putting it all back together piece by piece, memory by memory and year by year. 

My most pressing question was, who is my father?

My fifty-year journey to this moment began before I was born. My mom and dad had been married for 15 years when mom started having an affair with a police officer. I was six months old when she left my loving and caring dad for this other man. The two quickly married, and the abuse began immediately. The next seven years was a mind-numbing blur of the sexual, mental and verbal abuse I endured from my stepdad at a time in my life when I should have been learning to walk, read and write. I’ve blocked most of it, but doctors have since confirmed my nose had been broken and my older sister recalls coming home to visit and seeing me covered in bruises. Times were different. People didn’t want to see what was right in front of them.

Eventually mom got tired of the beatings and left him when I was in the second grade. Of course, the nightmares stemming from the sexual, mental and verbal abuse haunted me for years. 

This father had abused me.

And although my mom had ended her first marriage and forced my loving dad out of the house when I was just six months old, the man holding me in the picture never left me. He loved me. He let me know it, and he worked hard to be in my life. He paid child support for 18 years. He taught me how to change oil in my car and how to grow into a strong independent women. He walked me down the aisle. Even in death, he willed me a portion of the family farm. But he knew the dark family secret, that I wasn’t his daughter, and kept it from me.

This father loved me, but lied to me.

My new reality has turned my eyes to my one true Father - my heavenly Father. Tears roll down my face as I reflect and realize that I had been living a lie, but in Him there is truth. He has never hurt me. He has never lied to me. He has never abandoned me. He has shown up in my life through the birth of my children, and the loss of my husband. He helped me to let go of the pain of my childhood and take risks to live more freely. And I know He will forever be by my side. I pray daily, thanking Him for being my Rock and my Redeemer.

This father never fails me.

Even today, months later, I continue to put back together the pieces of my life that were shattered that Saturday evening. I try to find gratitude and purpose for all three fathers in my life. Some days it is easy and other days are filled with pain. Some days I feel love and some days I feel anger. Some days it makes sense and some days it makes no sense at all. But the days that I put all my faith and happiness in my heavenly Father, I feel peace. I feel grace. I feel happiness. I feel complete. I feel whole.

-Jan McKee
"Oola for Christians"



How do you handle stress???

How do you handle stress???
If you've been following me, then you know that I'm remodeling my kitchen.  However, most people either take out a loan to remodel, or save up all the money at once.  I'm definetely NOT like most people LOL...  My whole life I've struggled financially, robbing Peter to pay Paul.  It's only been the last few years that I've not had to worry about where I would cut corners to make ends meet.  So, when I started my kitchen project, I vowed that I would not take out a loan, and I would divide it into 3 goals.  Goal one was met in September.

Goal two has been so close so many times since then but something always pops up that is more urgent than new kitchen cupboards.  Today, as I was sitting down to pay medical bills that I've incurred over the last month or so, I opened a new envelope that came in the mail.... this bill was more than all of the others put together!  At first the anxiety of how I'm going to pay this came over me, before I took a breath and remembered that I have the money to pay it, it just means putting off the kitchen yet again.

That feeling is filled with mixed emotions.  The comfort that I had the money, and the frustration that the remodel is postponed.  As I looked across my desk, I opened my Too Blessed to be Stressed devotional; today's verse is Luke 12:25-26, "Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?  Since you cannot do this very little thing, why do you worry about the rest?"  And there you have it...
 

With God's word ringing in my ears, I turned off my computer, cleared my desk of bills, and got out my ink, stamps and Copics.  As I started coloring I look up from my work and see God's brilliant handiwork through the trees.  Between God's grace and the therapy that coloring brings me I'm no longer stressed.

So, again, I ask you... "How do you handle stress?"  Remember, worry cannot add a single hour to your life.  Find what brings you joy, and commit the rest to our Heavenly Father.

The cute bunny and penguin card is the result of my afternoon meltdown LOL... If you would like to join me monthly in learning how to de-stress check out my Copic Club!