Growing Up Without My Dad Was A Blessing In Disguise

Fatherlessness and the faithfulness of God

Michael Miles
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The school day started and, as per usual, I didn’t want to get out of bed. My mom would, what feels like every morning, call my name and tell me it was time to get up! If I didn’t oblige, she would then come into my room and turn my light on in order to interrupt my slumber and get me going. This was a routine that went on for years.

Eventually, I would get out of bed and begin my morning routine, which ended in me getting out the door and heading off to school. By the time high school came around, I had shown myself to be a top student with some insecurity issues. I decided to start playing sports and did so throughout my high school career. Namely, football, wrestling, and track.

During those years, I would get together with friends and hang out at their houses. What many of my closest friends had in common, that I did not, was that they all had their fathers in the home — something I actually didn’t realize until writing this. Among the many things I could relate to with my friends (sports, movies, video games, etc.), a dad wasn’t one of them.

My dad had been out of my life up until I was around 16. That was the first time I had a conversation with him, and it was over the phone. He had been in and out of…

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Michael Miles
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