My father has been gone for almost 30 years now. He passed away from cancer a few months after my 20th birthday. For several years, I found it difficult to process his premature departure from my life. I say premature because I had always felt like there was so much more that I needed to learn from my father. At 20 years of age, I secretly felt alone and hopelessly unprepared for life. My journey as an adult was just getting started and I had no real understanding of who I was or what I was made for.
God paid the ultimate price to pull us close and call us His own — Jesus. I had given my life to the Lord a few years before my fathers passing, but had never been taught that God had now become my perfect heavenly father. What did this even mean? When I thought of God being my Father, my only reference point was the relationship that I had with my earthly father. I didn’t question that my father loved me, but if I wanted to talk with him, I always had to pursue him. Many times that meant cautiously interrupting him in order to get his attention. Hoping that if and when we talked, he would be able tell me what I desperately needed to hear. I soon discovered that this is not the case with God.
Our heavenly Father is filled with compassion and runs towards us even when we do not feel worthy. God always closes the gap between Him and us. He is the one who is trying to get my attention. He hungers to pour into us all that we lack. He stands ready to teach us what we do not know. He slips on the ring of son-ship even when my hand trembles with the fear of rejection. His words to me carry with them my identity and my purpose. I am His child and I was made to be loved by Him.