I love my father. I know he’s not perfect, but he did his best to raise me and my siblings. Even when I was disciplined, he always made sure to hug me tight afterwards. My dad worked abroad for a long time, and phone calls were special events when I would eagerly cry out “It’s Daddy!” at the sound of the first ring.
I love my children’s father, my husband and friend. I know he’s not perfect, but he is doing his best to raise our four precious blessings. Even when he disciplines them, his heart is tender towards them. When he comes home from work, someone always wants to be the first to cry out, “Daddy’s home!” And, the race is on for who gets to have the first hug and kiss. I usually win. 🙂
I love my Heavenly Father. I know He is perfect, and He does only what is for my good. When He disciplines me, though it can be sorrowful, I know it is because He loves me. And I know He loves me because He gave me the greatest gift ever. He sent His Son to die in my place and save me because I could not save myself. He did all the work because my own works were not enough. His work was finished on the cross. One day, He will come to get me, and I can cry out, “Abba Father, I’m finally coming home!”
“Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shifting shadow.” (James 1:17)