I pedaled harder and faster, soaking in the summer sun as it baked into my fair skin. I rounded the corner and met the gravel road with my flesh. Scraping, sliding, hot pain ripped through my skin. Blood and tears. I limped home to my Daddy. The right side of my body embedded with gravel. Blood soaked my shorts, tears rolled through a dusty face leaving a trail behind.
Daddy took me in his arms, sobs broke free. Antiseptic, stinging agony, bandages, and kisses. All better.
I long for Daddy comfort on those days when my heart bleeds and the tears flow freely. Life gets to be too much and he’s not here to say, “Baby, it’ll be okay. The pain will ease and the scabs will disappear.” Nothing can compare to the healing power of a daddy’s arms encircling child grief. Contentment, safety, peace, within two human arms.
We all long for the comfort of our father. Every single one of us. Even those who never experienced it growing up or those whose hearts were stomped by a broken human father. The perfect father awaits us. When we pray and ask for His love, He always pours it out. Always. You will never hear, “Not right now, I’m busy”. He doesn’t operate that way. Always present. Always willing. Always ready to hug our hearts with His perfect unconditional love.
We were not an “oops” but perfectly planned. Created in ultimate perfection by our father. He knew us before we were formed. Knew who we were and who we would become. And He loved us all the time. He loves us now and forever.
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” Jeremiah 1:5
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