“Why can’t I have a father who loves me like that?”

I grew up with a mom who taught me about Jesus at a young age. I don’t remember not believing that God was real and that He was taking care of my family. I come from a broken family and in my sophomore year of high school I was struggling in my relationship with my dad (although we have a good relationship now). My pastor was talking about how much he loved his daughter one day at church and I found myself crying and unable to stop. It was weird for me as I’m not usually an overly emotional person. I cried out to God in my bedroom that night asking why my dad didn’t love me that way. It sunk in that I had a heavenly Father who not only was taking care of my family far away somewhere, but who knew me intimately as a Father and He loved me more than I could imagine.