Some more thoughts from today on what we call “The Lord’s Prayer” (Matthew 6).
Father … He is! Dad, daddy, papa. He loves his children, which we are if we have confessed Jesus as Lord and believe that God raised him from the dead.
Forever family… He’s not going anywhere. He is my dad. As my earthly dad grows older and resembles less the man I remember, I’ve considered my life without him. I don’t want that!! Not ever. And yet, I know that will probably happen.
But when he goes, I won’t be without a papa, someone who cherishes me, sees me, and loves me unconditionally. God is my Father.
This may seem remote, and it does for me! But this is such a good thing. He is never constrained by geography. He is everywhere all the time and always knows what’s going on. What a comfort to know that He “never slumbers, nor sleeps.”
When I was a small kid there was a lock-in at a church where my folks were serving the youth ministry. It was all dark and creepy. In the back of the cavernous auditorium I was in search of safety. I was scared, really scared. Hunched down in the back I wished I were anywhere else. All of a sudden, seemingly out of the blue, my dad whisked me up into his arms and took me upstairs to the brightly lit room, a safe haven.
God is like that. From his vantage point, I’m never out of reach for His timely rescues or whatever else I may need.
Thank you God that you’re always here. Like the psalmist said, there is nowhere I can hide from your Spirit. I’m grateful for that — sometimes I’m so stupid that I think it’s in my best interest to get as far from you as I can. Thank you, really thank you, that this is just not possible. Bless you —
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