My Daddy

Each season of life is marked by lessons, joys, and regrets. I am young to a “real” adult and ancient to my little sister. Wherever you choose to place me on life’s timeline, I have been through several seasons of life myself. Seasons of joy, heartache, victory, captivity, giving or being needy have evidenced themselves in me.

When grasping for hope in dire circumstances, I, many Christians would chant Rom. 8:28 over and over until it would serve as a lullaby and quite my fussy fears. Yet, I found that the glossy hope promising “Everything would be ok” wasn’t enough when I found myself in a deep pit of my own digging. How does one truly believe that “everything would be ok” when (in my case) I single handedly tore apart my life with wretched sin?! What then?? Yet the verse DOES say, “ALL things”. If you allow your finger to glide down to the next verse you might see what turned the light on for me. The “all” mentioned in verse 28 has a direction correlation to “being conformed to the image of His Son” seen in verse 29. What higher good can we aim for in the here-and-now other than to be like Christ?! 

Currently, I am in a season of restoration, liberation, and mind-blowing peace. I cannot believe the grace that has been extended to me and the drenching of His love. I am clean, pure and in good standing with my God. Not a trace of my sins can be found because He tossed them into the sea of His forgetfulness! I am awed; I am so thankful. 

The “all things” that God has used are best left between me and Him. (this is a moment where I fully appreciate God’s rejection of the dark art of gossip!) The “being conformed” part I cannot know completely because… I’m not dead yet. But, I do have an idea of things He is guiding me to learn. One of them is a deep and real understanding of Him as my Father, even more intimate, as my Daddy. Gal. 4:6 says that His Spirit in us cries, “Abba, Father!” Times when I’m overwhelmed by fear, my flesh, and temptations all around me, His Spirit reminds me, “God is your Daddy! Your Papi! Call to Him, child!” I cannot publicly glorify God enough for the blessed Hope He’s given me in the person of His Spirit. Praise God for His Holy Spirit! I find it interesting that Jesus also called on God as Abba, Father in His darkest days on earth. No other title sufficed the need for comfort, protection, and love like “Daddy”.

I do not know you and no matter how oddly I twist my head or peer at my computer screen, I can’t see who is reading this. I mean, I’m sure there are ways of knowing with spies and everything or those little cameras that hide in pens!… but… never mind. I’m easily distracted. (my mom would here insert, “squirrel!”) I just want to show forth His praise, glorify Him, and be a testimony that God indeed is all He promised.  May God use me however He will.