My dad was that kind of man. He took his family responsibilities very seriously - he took all of his responsibilities very seriously.
His devotion to his family was part of his character not a temporary action during wartime.
His wartime service, and the service of many other dedicated people, guaranteed that I could get up this morning and walk outside to enjoy the glorious sunrise.
The sunrise chased all the shadows of night away and brought light even to the darkest corners.
Dad was like that - he reflected God's character into my life, lighting both the good and the bad and inviting me to grow and change.
When I made mistakes, my father did not refuse to welcome me home regardless of the fact that I didn't lived up to the full potential that he knew I had.
Neither does God. Maybe your earthly relationships have been less than stellar, but your heavenly Father is still waiting to welcome you home.