I woke up this morning and my heart cried out Dad. I don’t always wake up that way. Sometimes, I yell on the inside, God Where Are You? I feel like I am looking around the room in the dark until I calm my heart and find Him. Other times, I march to the bathroom with no lights on saying I can do nothing without You. That usually takes place when my exhaustion is at a high. I don’t know where to go except to Him. I can be frantic, I can be enthusiastically dependent, but I like it the best when I wake up calling him Dad.
No matter the direction our soul takes us, there is no other place to go except to Him. He puts in us our unique identity, giving us the opportunity to be who He made us to be. When we are in tune with Him, we do what we do because we believe. I write because I think it is my “hands and feet” in the body. I breathe because He has given me that privilege. I am a mom because He showed me that it is one of the ways I can deny myself, pick up the cross and follow Him. I am what I am because He asked me to be. And, what I am not — the things that are the real works in progress — I seek Him for.
So, why do I believe? Why do you believe? I think the answer is His heart and His actions. He reaches into to the depths of your soul and tells you that you are good. He says you are Mine. You have no need to be alone. You are with Me. There is no fear in Me. I will walk with you. I will hear you. I will know you. I will come close. I will reign in you. And, I will not charge a fee for my great and unending love. You just believe. And, little by little, you come to know Him as your dad.
Each of us knows a little about the figure of dad. Some of you will say that your bloodline makes you a daughter. Some of you were adopted and that has made you a child. Some of you would say that pain is synonymous with dad. Some of you would say that your dad is your hero. Or your protector. For some, your dad still causes you grief. Some of you rejoice over the great gift you have received in knowing and having a father.
I love that some of us get a glimpse of God in the eyes of our fathers. I love that dads can fix things. Give advice. Walk through the fire with you. Whether it’s job changes or marriage. I love that my dad saw me while I was pregnant and complemented me on the good work going on in my body. I love pics of dads with their grandbabies or toddlers on their shoulders. I like the idea that dads walk down the aisle with us. I like the way God made dads. And, I like that the ruler and maker of the universe is my dad. And yours too.
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You Sasha – thanks for sharing these beautiful thoughts in the most poetic way! Hugs