Abba–Your Daddy God

                                                           Abba—Your Daddy God

                                                                                 “You haven’t received the spirit of slaves that leads you into fear again. Instead, you have received love-you-my-presious-childhe spirit of God’s adopted children by which we call out, “Abba! Father!”

   Romans 8:15

     The tears streamed down my cheeks as I remembered. I cried remembering that even when I was bad, even when I ranted and raged against God, He remained ever touched by my anguish. He gave me the freedom to accuse Him mercilessly and at length. And yesterday as I relaxed on my bed I felt His warmth—His fatherly touch—and I sobbed as I thanked Him again.

My story

     I raised my angry fist toward God. “Why, God? I thought my father was supposed to live.   Why couldn’t you have given him another fifteen years? Was that such an unreasonable request?”

For days and nights that was my conversation with the sovereign God, who had never left my side.  In the wee hours, I would walk and cry—walk and argue—with God. Every night I sat on my bed and sobbed and blamed, battled against God and sobbed some more.  It wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t supposed to happen this way. After all, I had prayed!

Then one morning, while on my usual route, I halted. I remember the very spot where I surrendered. I had come to the end of myself.   “All right, Lord. You have been my earthly Father and now I ask you to be my heavenly Father.” That was all—it was simple—and He loved it!

From that day to this He has been my Father. I have shared the dark places of my heart with Him and run into His arms when jeered and misunderstood. His overabundance of grace and love has empowered my life.  Father has spent countless hours counseling me, soothing me, correcting me, directing me.

Desperately, I am trying to share with you these tangible truths about our Father. And even as I write, my tears flow. How can I impart to you His wonderfulness toward you? How He aches to hold you in His arms. How He longs for you to join Him for coffee or tea each morning. How He waits, for you, for me, His children.

     Father pleads with you as He does with me. Listen.

     “My precious one, only I can soothe your troubled heart. Only I, the One who made you, can show you great and marvelous things. And so I wait. Cease from your own works and sit with me. Just come, my Beloved. I wait for you.”

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2 Responses to Abba–Your Daddy God

  1. Carol Weeks June 18, 2013 at 9:27 am #

    Beautifully written, as always, Margie. It’s wonderful to know that even though we get mad at God and sometimes shake our fist at Him, He’s bigger than our anger and never holds anything against us…

    • admin June 18, 2013 at 3:48 pm #

      Dear Carol,
      Yes, I am so in awe and full of joy, because He loves me almost indulgently! He is constant in His love for us.
      I like your words. “He is bigger than our anger.” Well said!
      I love you!

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