When I was a little girl, I wanted to be just like my dad. He was always learning something new and was constantly tinkering with some project. Most of these involved renovating our home. Childhood stories usually include painting and hammering. I wished that I could be so handy. I joke with my friends when we go out for tacos. I tell them that I'll eat just about anything as long as there is no guacamole or sour cream. It just reminds me so much of spackle.

It's Father's Day weekend, and I'm reminded to be sensitive to those who don't have precious memories of their childhood. Some have painful memories of their fathers. Some grieve the absence of any.

As I grow a little older, I've become thankful for all of the things that my dad has done for me. I love it when I'm introduced as "Tom and Jeanne's daughter." It's unbelievable to know that God calls me his daughter, too. I hope that I can make him proud.

"On that day you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. Whoever has my commands and obeys them, he is the one who loves me. He who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too will love him and show myself to him" (John 14:20-21 NIV, NAB).

Lisa Hetzel can be reached at www.lisahetzel.com.