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Fatherly Love

I wander from God's love at times. With a house to keep clean and a baby's constant care I find myself only praying my routinely AM and PM prayers. No stopping to listen. No being still to acknowledge that He is God. Just get it done. Then I wonder why I feel so empty inside.

This afternoon with Elisa sleeping in her swing I heard a still, small voice again. "Maria, the same way you find yourself longing to know that Elisa smiles for you because you are mama is the same way I long for you to stop and smile with Me because I am Abba Father." Wow! God is Almighty, Infinite, All Powerful, Redeemer, Friend, Discipliner if needed, constant Provider; but above all He is still Abba Father--Daddy. How easily I forget this. How little I realize it. How much more I wish I held on it. He is my Father. He does not wait for me to mess up to "thump" me. He does not mope around for days ignoring me because I've been bad. He does not simply hand out money and answer prayers because He has to. He is not satisfied with my "Hey God, what's up? Keep my loved ones safe and help me make it through today." Just like I look down at Elisa in her crib and wait for her to open her eyes and smile at me because I am mama, God waits for me to open my eyes and say "Good morning, Father."
Why I fear Him more than I love Him sometimes bewilders me.
Yet I am thankful that He continues to use my baby to teach me more and more about Him and His Fatherly, unconditional love every day.

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