On Father's Day, my wife surprised me with breakfast in bed and a beautiful card, but I couldn't find my joy. At church, I struggled to participate fully, burdened by worries about my health and finances.
Then, a powerful realization hit me: God was asking why I worried about tomorrow when I could embrace today's blessings. I let go of my anxieties and began to sing loudly and appreciate the moment.
Later, I had a delightful lunch with my daughter, trying Korean barbecue for the first time in Koreatown. Even when the hostess mistakenly told us that someone had anonymously paid for our meal, only to return and tell us it was a different table I understood why it truly was the best Father's Day ever.