What will it feel like when I get to Heaven and meet my earthly father? Will he hold me tight? Will he whisper words of love to me? Will I finally feel "normal"? It is hard to imagine what it must feel like to be held as a daughter by a father. I have been held as a woman by a man, which is clearly different. I imagine that it feels safe. I imagine that it feels like acceptance.
I think fathers are heroes who protect their daughters from people who try to hurt them. I think if I had one he would step in to rescue me, to keep me safe, even at his own peril. He would love me more than himself. He would give his life for me.
How many daughters have fathers that they take for granted? A Christian father must be one of the greatest treasures on this earth. How many times in my life have I yearned to be protected by a father? Countless. How many years did I waste searching for a substitute? Thank God for His forgiveness. He always understood. He never stopped loving me. I could never feel arms around me, or see His face full of love, but they were always there. He gave His life for me. He is a true hero.
Today I feel safe, and protected, and loved by my Father God. Although the enemy of my soul continues to try to take me back into fear and emptiness, I fight. Only with Jesus will I win those battles.
I had a vision this morning of my father/daughter reunion...it was beautiful. I see it, but I can't feel it yet. I guess I will just have to imagine until it is manifested.
I think fathers are heroes who protect their daughters from people who try to hurt them. I think if I had one he would step in to rescue me, to keep me safe, even at his own peril. He would love me more than himself. He would give his life for me.
How many daughters have fathers that they take for granted? A Christian father must be one of the greatest treasures on this earth. How many times in my life have I yearned to be protected by a father? Countless. How many years did I waste searching for a substitute? Thank God for His forgiveness. He always understood. He never stopped loving me. I could never feel arms around me, or see His face full of love, but they were always there. He gave His life for me. He is a true hero.
Today I feel safe, and protected, and loved by my Father God. Although the enemy of my soul continues to try to take me back into fear and emptiness, I fight. Only with Jesus will I win those battles.
I had a vision this morning of my father/daughter reunion...it was beautiful. I see it, but I can't feel it yet. I guess I will just have to imagine until it is manifested.
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