And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.” Galatians 4.6
I have had difficulty relating to God as a good, good Father. I believe that is a natural difficulty when you’ve had a not-so-great earthly dad. A dad that would rather lie to you than to confess his wrong-doings and heal gaping wounds. I’m not here today to bash my earthly father – I have definitely moved on. We made peace between us before his death in 1999.
Romans 8.15 says, “So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children. Now we call him, “Abba, Father.” “
Isn’t that beautiful? God adopted me. He knew I needed a Father I could look up to, depend on, and fully trust! I was an orphan and He took me as His own. I have been adopted!
That makes me all kinds of grateful.
Have you been adopted by the Creator of the Universe?
He’s always looking for more kids!
xo
I’d be a mess without my “quietness”. It’s a discipline.
Lisa Anne, I am taking a couple of hours on Sonday afternoon’s to color! It is quiet, soothing, and creative. I love it! It’s just hard to keep my color pencils sharpened!!!
I too agree with you that it’s hard to see God as a good good father when all we have are imperfect examples here. We can’t fathom that kind of safety and love. Which leads me to the gratefulness that He meets me much more than halfway. Blessings on your week and thanks for sharing on the #sundaythoughts link up.
Halfway? I think He went much farther on my behalf!!!
#thumbsup
Yes, Sestra.
A huge yes to moving on. And an even bigger yes to leaning into our status as adopted daughters of the King of Kings.
Blessings to you, Susan!
Life is way too short to not move on!
I understand this too, Susan. I have a very imperfect earthly father, but I am working on acceptance and forgiveness. God is filling in all the gaps as my perfect heavenly Father. Blessings to you! Visiting from #glimpsesofhisbeauty
Take your time, Sarah, and be thorough! xo
We sang a new song (to me) at church yesterday called Abba. Part of the lyrics were these. Your post reminded me of it again today. Thanks for sharing, Susan.
“You came running down my prodigal road
You came running with a ring and a robe
Grace is the collision on the way back home
With the arms of a Father who won’t let go”
Having run down that prodigal road back in 1984-88 – I am amazed and grateful at The Father’s great love!
My earthly father was present in the home, yet absent as he was absorb with alcohol, so I can totally relate to having difficulty and knowing God as a good, good father. I am so thankful that He is and loves me no matter what.
Alcohol wasn’t the beast that destroyed my childhood family – infidelity, lust, porn, and adultery CULPRITS ALL.
There are so many broken adults due to the broken years of childhood. I am so glad you made peace with your father before he passed. Your post reminds me of Psalm 27:10- “When my father and mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me”.
Oh and HE DOES!!!