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God as Father

 

It takes us time to call God "Father" and allow Him to be our Father. But He is never in a rush. He is in for the long haul. Something that excites me is the undoing that the Lord does in our lives. A lifetime of undoing and tasting His faithfulness. I know the years of helplessness, feeling disappointed and angry, with my future looking bleak; I spent nights wishing for better days, and the fragile joy of hoping the good ones would last longer. Yet even in those moments, the comfort that resides in my heart is His promise of devotion to me. 


The Lord is near, and He grieved over your pain, agonized by every passing moment of your pulsing sorrow. He was always near, more than you can comprehend even now. You need to behold His nearness. You might not be prodigal and have to be reborn, but you have been ignorant of His comfort and counsel. 


He is near. Too near for your bones to be separated from your essence. The Father says, "Come, my child, come that I may feed you from My bosom. It may not be what you expect, but it is what you need. My dear child of inestimable jewel, rare as the morning Sun, glowing in my glory, adorned in my honour, come and see. See for yourself that I am good and I protect all who come to me. See and live. See and live the length of your days in peace and joy. I want you to come."


 "Even as you grow old and your hair turns gray, I will keep carrying you! I am your Maker and Caregiver. I will carry you and be your savior."  Isa 46: 4 


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