I didn’t plan the timing of this post, but it fits in with Father’s Day. I hope you had a good one, but if not, this will still resonate.
Patrick, my aunt, and I were still at the prayer meeting at the church. The smell of a heavenly fireplace had entered the room a few hours before, and with my eyes closed, I saw myself in a library full of books, and my true Daddy—Daddy God—was sitting in a comfy armchair waiting for me to sit with Him.
I spent that time cuddled up in my Father’s lap. I talked to Him about my life and all the things that had happened. And He showed me images of how He’d always been there. He showed me that Jesus wept when people hurt me. He showed me that even my Guardian Angel was at the foot of my bed weeping the night my natural Daddy left me.
I opened my eyes after this vision ended and looked around the room. I never expected to be at a prayer meeting. I’d spent my whole life thinking that God didn’t love me just because my Daddy didn’t love me. Or maybe my Daddy did, but he didn’t know how to show me. He was so wrapped up in his own failures that he couldn’t see he was hurting me.
But as I sat there on my knees in the sanctuary and saw my son so touched by the presence of God, I knew without a doubt in my mind that God not only loved me, but He also loved my son. I’ve missed you so much, Daddy God. I look at these kids in here and see how much You are touching them, and I could have had this all along. Some are on the floor crying, and some laugh like You’re tickling them. I’m so sorry I denied You all this time. I bowed my head and prayed, “Please forgive me.”
Lift your head, child, a voice reverberated through my being. There is no shame here. I knew you’d come to Me, so I’ve been waiting for you.
Tears fell from my eyes, and I lifted my hands in worship to the One who’d created me—to the One who loved me when no one else could—and to the One who loved me when I didn’t love Him. “Thank you, Father. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Holy Spirit,” I said, getting louder. “And thank you, angels, for protecting me,” I shouted, getting louder with each declaration.
Laughter filled the room, and the room erupted with more declarations of thanksgiving from the teens and the adults still in the room.
Friends, Father God truly does love you. You were His idea! If you don’t know Him and want to, just ask Him to reveal Himself to you. Ask Him to forgive you of all of your sins and make Jesus the Lord of your life. It’s really that simple. And what Julie said was true; sometimes, when the people in our lives let us down or don’t love us as they should, it’s rarely about us but more about their own wounds. Let God heal you today. Choose to let Him love you and be close to you.
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