Good Father 

Good Father 

I wasn’t young when someone said most of us humans put the attributes of our own fathers on our heavenly Father.
I immediately bristled. I was much more spiritually evolved than that. I know we call them both “father” but I know the difference. I dismissed the thought. But, for years it lingered. And the older I got the more I understand just how we could do it. I began to see how my flawed human view saw God.
The Bible is a big book. It’s long. There are a lotta of stories. Spoiler alert: God is in a lot of them. And so over the course of our lives as we dig into God’s word we see a picture that is painted of who God is.
It’s not a snapshot we see as a girl that sticks with us forever unchanging. God. He is everlasting. He is unchanging. But, like a painting that upon first glance is a simple portrait, the image we carry of our Heavenly Father is complicated. It is many colors and textures and over time two things happen if we are walking with Him: We learn more and He reveals more.
Salvation happens once. Discipleship happens from the point of salvation until we go home … to heaven. It never ends. Our understanding of a bottomless, fathomless, all powerful God of the universe grows with time.
Who do you see when you see God? Is He a God who punishes? Judges? Loves? Forgives? Redeems? Promises? Is He a God who floods planets and reigns down fire? Is He a God who restores the years the locusts have stolen and sends His only son to die on a cross a sinner’s death so that you may have eternal life?
He is all of these things. It is who He is. It’s a sliver of how He is and who He is. Because He is the great I Am, and beyond human understanding.
It’s the day after Father’s Day and I’ve been thinking a lot about fatherhood and marinating on the song with the line … “He’s a good good father” and “He knows just what we need before we say a word.”
And there are times I hear those words and a thought flashes of pain and hurt. A brief reminder of the challenges of life and then there I am again for even a moment trying to give a perfect father the attributes of anything less than perfect.
Because He is a perfect Father who loves us with perfect love we can never compare Him to our earthly fathers, no matter how wonderful they might be. And we can never compare our pain to His plan.
He knows just what we need. And in recent years I have heard His voice tell me that He will withhold no good thing from me. Did you hear that?
He will withold no good thing from you. Not one. None. Nada. Not a little bit. He sent His only blameless precious son for you. If you were the only person who would ever accept salvation He would have died just for you. And God would have sent Him. Because He withholds not one tiny good thing from us.
There were years I didn’t do the right thing. A lot. I am far from perfect. And I spent years striving and striving … maybe trying to make up for the bad. Maybe because I just didn’t know any better. And then the Lord spoke to me and I hope as you read this He speaks to you to impress on you what He impressed on me: I love you and I am proud of you. Do not hang your head. Look up. Look at me.
In that moment He didn’t say well done, and I don’t even know if pride is the right word, but it was the first time in my life I suddenly began to see the reality of His love and of how He looked at me. His precious daughter. Precious. Cherished. Known. Beloved.
I had long known He died for me. But, it was in that moment I realized He was just crazy about me. All consuming, all powerful, perfect love. The kind that casts out fear. The kind that can only come perfectly from the only perfect Father there is.
Stop striving. If you have accepted Christ we are already His.

I am a joyful believer in Jesus Christ, a mother, a sister, a writer, a maker of gluten free roux and a style editor. I love my son Wilder and the wild life that comes with a 4-year-old who has the energy of a pack of wolves. I also love naps (a lot). I love to cook and create my favorite dishes without gluten not because I'm trendy and anti-gluten so much as it makes me feel like I've been run over by a pack of wolves. I teach 5th and 6th grade girls Sunday School and have a classroom of the greatest girls I could imagine. Girls who often teach me more than I teach them. I believe these girls and many others are the spark to start a fire for The Lord the likes of which this world has never seen. I see more and more girls learning about more than just who God is ... but, learning about who God says THEY are. It is my prayer for every woman to know without doubt that we have a good good Father in heaven and whatever is not right on this earth, He will make right in this life or the next.

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