Yesterday I was listening to a book on tape and the girl’s father was so mad he wanted to beat up the guy who’d hurt his daughter’s heart. It touched me because I’d never had a father who wanted to protect me.
I was pumping gas thinking about this when the Spirit whispered in my ear. You have a father. I’m like yeah, but he’s never been a real father just the sperm donor. The Spirit whispered again you have a father who protects you.
Then it really hit me. I do have a father? Jesus is the father I’ve always wanted. He listens to my cry, he answers my questions, he looks out for my best interests, and he protects me.
Halleluiah I do have a father.
Is he your father?