There’s something especially unique about the bond between a parent and child, a connection that can endure even the most challenging circumstances. As a dad myself, I had no idea what feeling vulnerable was until I held our first son at Spartanburg Regional one February morning. It was then that I learned, experimentally, the beauty and privilege of being “a dad.”
At our One Day With God camps, we are blessed to witness relationships being mended. The love we witness within the walls of a penitentiary is inexpressible. Concerning such, recently, we received a heartfelt letter from a young girl to her father, written after attending one of these camps. Her words capture the transformative power of love, faith, and shared moments.
Dear…
Thank you for writing me that letter. I really enjoyed it. To be honest, before the day with dad, I was a little anxious because I didn’t know what to expect. It was truly a great day. I wasn’t anxious when I was there.
When I was younger, I had always wondered what it would be like to have a dad. I had Poppy and my uncles, but that is not the same. When you came into our lives, I didn’t really see you as a dad. Maybe that was because I didn’t know what a dad was supposed to be.
Now I know. A dad is someone who loves, guides, and is there for their kids. You are all those things. The day with dad was the first time I felt like I had a dad. My emotions were all over the place that day, and you know I don’t like to cry. I just felt happy. It was the moment I felt complete.
The father-daughter dance was so special. I always thought I would never get to do that. I thank you for that moment. Thank you for being my dad.
God knew that I needed that day because the week leading up to it was tough. I was very overwhelmed and stressed. God knew I needed it. I love you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for caring. Just knowing that you care means a lot.
Our situation isn’t ideal, but some people don’t have anyone who cares and loves them. I am pretty lucky.
Happy Birthday!
Love,
K
P.S. I do still have my rose. It is hanging in my room.
This letter is a powerful reminder of why we do what we do. It’s about creating spaces where healing happens. For this young girl, a single day gave her a lifetime moment—the chance to experience the fullness of a father’s love and to feel complete.
Each and every camp touches us deeply, and these stories remind us that we are exactly where God wants us to be, guiding us toward our true north—to bring hope and restoration to families everywhere.
You are loved!
Les
