To borrow a description from Bishop Jakes, I am a “10-gallon heart” person. My Dad is a pint-size heart person. It took me a long time to figure that out. It took me a long time to figure out that pint-size love was all he could offer to anyone – even to his children. Until that realization, my relationship with him caused me a lot of pain. He caused me a lot of pain. Lots of sadness. I wanted him to love me like I knew how to love, like I knew I wanted to be loved. I wanted 10-gallon size love from him. I mistakenly thought he was just choosing not to give me all he had. That he was choosing to give me only pint-size love even though he had 10 gallons or so in the fridge that he saved for those worthy of his love. His pint-size love never filled me up, it left me empty, it left me feeling unloved and worse yet, unworthy of his love.