Growing Up Without Your Dad?

I learned a very good lesson from my mother at a young age. You see, I don't know who my biological father is. My mother never revealed who he was to me. I grew up without a male figure in the home except for my older brothers. I am the baby of 6 kids in all on my mom's side. My older sister revealed who she thought my father is, but come to find out that this person is deceased now. However, I was able to meet a sister from my father's side, ironically enough, she has a picture of herself that would be a spitting image of me, the only difference is I don't have shoulder length hair. As I looked at that picture, it was almost like looking into a mirror. So I accepted that this man who I never met, never know personally was my father. The lesson I learned from my mother at a very young age. One day she asked me if I ever met my real father and he needed my help, "would I help him?" My response, at the age of 12 or 13. "NO," 'what has he ever done for us or me.' My mom, looked at me with love in her heart, and told me, "if your father ever needs any type of help and you meet him one day, you should help him." So now that I have been introduced to my heavenly father, part of mission in life to introduce others to an everlasting father that will never leave or forsake you and NOT to mention one that can provide everything you would ever need. That is my story. Do you know my heavenly father?

I grew up just like every other kid too, but it did leave me searching in wrong directions with men and blamming all of my bad disisions on the lack of having him. Thank God I don't do that anymore. Self responsability and all. I always had and still do have a bit of a giant hole in my heart where his love should have been.