It's a little late for father's day but would you let me brag about my father for a few minutes. He protects me sometimes. He helps me when I need money. He helps me by giving me good advice for my family. He gives me good advice when it comes to my job and my life. He even got one of my daughters a job a few years ago. And much more. He’s great. But I’ll tell you the story from the beginning. I don’t remember much about my father, he passed away when I was six. I gained a step father a few years later. He had never had children and didn’t know how to be a Dad. He passed away when I was thirty two. I really didn’t feel like I had a real father for a long time.
I had asked Father God a question one night and in the morning I had an amazing experience that brought back feelings I never knew I had. Before I went to bed the night before, I was thinking about James 1:5&6 where it says if you ask God for wisdom that He will give you wisdom, if you don’t doubt that He will give it to you. So I asked and believed that He was going to give me the answer to my question. I had had a few opportunities to work with kids and teens who were having trouble at school and in life but I also had bigger things I felt God wanted me to do. I asked God if I was to work with these kids or was I supposed to be doing something else.
I woke up in the morning from a dream. I was in a house where the owners were in the back dining room. A lady was showing me around. I was being hired to work with disabled kids. Then we took a walk on the grounds. There was a swimming pool and another building being built on the same property. I was walking back towards the big house when I heard someone running up behind me. I could feel myself being playfully taken to the ground. The man held me gently and reached for something in my eye and said “Be still.” Then I woke up.
As I went through the dream I recognized that I was supposed to work with the kids. Later I learned that the things that were being built were parts of my life that were still being worked on. When I thought through the part where the man held me, I felt an overwhelming feeling of love, love for my father. A feeling I hadn’t felt since I was six years old. Tears came to my eyes, filling them, and I couldn’t see for a minute. I wanted the feeling to stay with me for as long as it could. I didn’t know you could feel some ones love but I knew for sure that this was the same feeling I had when my Dad hugged me or said something loving to me. It was different than any feeling I got from anyone else. Then I thought about Him reaching for something in my eye and Him saying “Be Still” and the verse came to me. “You can’t take the speck out of someone else’s eye until you take the log out of your own.” Then the Words “Be still, I’m still working one you” went through my mind.
So I wasn’t ready for a lot of things I thought about stepping into back then and that was okay. I wanted God’s will more than anything else. I loved the remembrance of the feeling of hugging my father. I also knew that God used that feeling so I would recognize a father’s hug. The blogs I’m writing are full of my Father’s love, and I love bragging about Him. That is what they are for. My father's love is available to everyone.
Galatians 4:6 (NKJV) And because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hears, crying out, "Abba, Father!"
Abba means intimate Father some even say it means Daddy.
Psalm 68:5-6 (NKJV)
5 A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows,
Is God in His holy habitation.
6 God sets the solitary in families;
He brings out those who are bound into prosperity;
But the rebellious dwell in a dry land.