Sunday Psalm: Love Letter to my Abba

Abba,
Father God,
I am humbled at the thought
of Your great love for me.
My every tear is collected
by You,
my every thought known to You.
If it matters to me,
You remind me
over & over
that it matters to You,
because I do.
Every hair on my head,
(even those I don’t like to acknowledge
that have migrated elsewhere)
is counted by You.
My comings & goings,
my hopes & dreams,
my hurts & wonders,
my heart & Spirit,
all known by You,
my Father.

You loved me
even before I knew I was loved.
You not only designed me
in the secret place of Your love,
You sat on Your porch
ever keeping an eye out
for my return to Your home.
The prodigal daughter
humbling herself
before Her Father.

You are not only my Father,
the formal official title
which makes me Your heir
and officially part of Your family.

You are also my dad.
You hang out with me,
cheering me on,
holding my hand
when times are hard,
telling me how much You love me
when I need to hear it most.

My Abba,
without You
I would be so alone.
I wouldn’t know where I belonged,
I would be hopeless, helpless
and still in the mess
I was in when You adopted me
making me Your own.

You not only love me,
but like the best Fathers
You not only speak Your love
but show it to me often.
The other gifts You give me
pale beside Your Presence,
always with me.

You are my forever Father.
I delight in being Your daughter,
Abba, always.
May I never let go of the safety of Your grip, nor miss the glow of love in Your eyes when You look my way.

#SundayPsalm

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welcome home

I have a father, a dad, and a Father.

My earthly father passed away when I was quite small. I have some remembrance of his smile, his strong arms, and a Snoopy ukelele he gave me. He contributed quite a bit to my genes, coloring & talents. I wish I had had more time to get to know him. I am partly named for him, so I am reminded of this important man, my heritage, daily.

My dad married my mom the winter before I turned 6. At that time, he was very tall and a great listener. He has always been an excellent provider, a wise counselor, and is still fairly tall. He is a hard worker, always lending a hand in his areas of expertise, and keeps smiling. He taught me to work hard, work with integrity and be wise with your spending. Along with my mom, my dad passed on a love of reading & learning to me. He adopted me as a preteen seeking identity, which I was and am grateful for. He & my brother are the other techies in the family I can talk with about smart phones, tablets & computers. I am and have been blessed by having him in my life. He is always happy to see me.

My Father has always been in the big picture, although it has taken a shift in my vision to learn that truth. He was hands on with my creation, putting His design into formation. He has kept an eye on me from the moment the spark occurred when the egg & sperm collided. He has protected me, loving me with an everlasting passionate love. He is for me, has great plans for me, and cheers me on. He gave me a new name, and made me a permanent part of His family. My Father comforts me when I am hurt or sad, surrounds me with His presence & peace in hard situations, and guides me when I need to know which path to follow. I continue to learn more about Him the more we sped time together.

He is always there to welcome me home.

For now, I have been blessed to have had two strong men as my earthly male parents. They both have their failings, but I know they both love me, and I carry their legacy everywhere I go.

For now, I am blessed to have the God of heaven as my Father. He never fails, yet I know He loves me despite what I do, and I will carry His legacy into eternity, when one day He welcomes me home, forever.

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