I’ve been really praying over what to write about next. I didn’t have some amazing story in the last 2 weeks to share from my personal life. It’s been sick kids, tired parents, sick parents, dance class and school on top of working plus working overtime. It’s been ordinary…mundane even.
So, I think I’ll share what God has laid on my heart from my pastor’s service one Sunday. There was one point, in particular, that has stuck with me and been constant on my mind. He shared that no where in documented history God was referred to as “daddy” or “papa” before Jesus called him this. Jesus called him Abba, which translates into daddy, papa. And I’ve been marinating in this ever since. He also said that no one before Jesus would dare call God, Abba. It’s too close, too personal, too intimate to call him Abba.
So, how can we be sure that we can view God as our father, our daddy, our papa?
To be quite honest, this was such a foreign concept to me. You see, I didn’t have a good relationship with my dad as a child. I can remember watching him being brought home drunk by the police, with lights flashing. I can remember him throwing my mom and I out of the house into the snow, and having to crawl in through a window my mom broke so that I could let her back in. I can remember being abused verbally, sexually. I can remember being neglected, like the summer when he kept me during the days when he worked nights to save money and only getting a glass of water at lunch to drink because he was asleep all day. If this relationship with my dad was any indication of what a “fatherly” relationship with God would look like, I didn’t want any part of it. I was just fine with God the shepherd, and God the rock, and even God the judge. But, God, the father? Nope, no thanks! I was so far against that relationship, I didn’t even pray starting with “Dear heavenly father,” deciding to use God or Lord in its place.
I’ve been a Christian for as long as I can remember. In fact, I don’t have a memory of every being saved. I remember praying as a child hoping that I was saved because I didn’t remember being saved. I don’t have a sweet salvation story with my anniversary known, like some. I don’t have a huge transformative story like the ex-drug lord or former thief. But that doesn’t make my transformation any less amazing. I was in to adulthood when my first husband and I found out we were going to be parents. It was amazing after 2 miscarriages, keeping a pregnancy into the 2nd trimester.
Let me tell you, I have never seen a father love a little girl like my husband loved our daughter. He would melt into a puddle on the floor when she smiled at him. He would have wrangled the sun and pulled it in if she asked him to. That relationship that blossomed between them taught me so much about how God loved me, like a daddy loves his daughter. But, it just gets reinforced in scripture. God pours out his love for us so much like a father does for his children. Well, actually better.
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Father to the fatherless, defender of widows—
this is God, whose dwelling is holy.
This shows us that he cares about those without a father. He cared about me when my dad was absent, and he cared about my children when their father died. In the last decade of my life, God has become both, my father and my defender.
4 But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law,5 to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship.[b]6 Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba,[c] Father.” 7 So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir.
This shows us he loves us and set aside for us an estate. This estate is eternal life. And conjures up images from the 90’s Audio Adrenaline’s “Big House” music video. He’s given Christ the job of preparing a room for me in his house. And if it weren’t so, Jesus would not have said it (John 14:2).
John 14:16; 26
And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate, who will never leave you….
But when the Father sends the Advocate as my representative–that is, the Holy Spirit–he will teach you everything and will remind you of everything I have told you.
Jesus is telling us here that God is for us and has given us an advocate, the Holy Spirit. The Spirit is with us and for us. This advocate speaks to God on our behalf, but is also our Comforter and our Teacher.
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
God, like a wonderful parent, has plans for us and for our future. He’s for us and wants us to grow! And to prosper! He has plans for us to have hope!
But, below is the best part of all! This particular passage comes from Romans, hands down one of my favorite books in the Bible
6When we were utterly helpless, Christ came at just the right time and died for us sinners. 7Now, most people would not be willing to die for an upright person, though someone might perhaps be willing to die for a person who is especially good. 8But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.
We were utterly helpless, completely lost in a dark world. Have you ever felt completely helpless or totally lost? I have, absolutely. But, God loved me, he “wrangled” the Son. He sent his child to die on a cross, broken and bleeding because I am a wretched person who sent him there. But, God loves me anyway, like I love my kids when they break my favorite piece of glass. And sent Jesus anyway. Because he wants me with him, the way I want my kids with me when they are over night with their grandparents.
If that isn’t a parent loving a child, I don’t know what is! And if that doesn’t give me hope, I don’t know what does!