When people hear that word, they have different emotions. Some people smile a soft smile remembering,
long walks and being carried on shoulders at amusement parks. Others grimace remembering the fights
and the fear.
We sang “Good Good Father” at church the other day and I really listened to the words.
Regardless of your view of that word, God desires to blow the top off the box of who we think He is. I
mean, the lyrics say, “I’ve heard a thousand stories of what they think you’re like
But I’ve heard the tender whispers of love in the dead of night”.
We hear stories of who God is, but we’ll have to find out who He is for ourselves.
His quiet voice in the dead of night.
His breeze when you are dying of heat.
These things seem like coincidences but they may be God kisses.
I knew God loved me before my accident. I knew He was a good father, but through different things that
have happened recently, I’ve understood it in a different way.
The moments when I’m at the end of my rope, something happens to give me a little extra energy to
finish whatever I started.
A gentle breeze.
A touching note.
A baby cuddle.
An encouraging text message.
A soft smile.
I could go on.
No matter the hard times or the good times, Jesus-ABBA- is waiting with arms wide open to welcome
us into His arms.
Let Him encircle you in His arms-you don’t have to face this world by yourself.