Happy Father's Day to my Abba Daddy
With Father’s Day now upon us, I thought I would share something with you. I grew up without an earthly father. It was the only thing I ever knew so it was not that big of a deal most times. We also moved around a lot, so I also did not make any long-term friendships with boys my age that had fathers. I never really learned what it was like to have a father. The times I would feel the pain was when my mom would have a boy friend and I would get close to him. I remember thinking that it was cool to have this man in my life and at times I would think that maybe I would have a dad. That never lasted long. I was the oldest of three so even though no kid should have to do this, I always felt like it was my job to be the man of the house, or at least what that looked like in a child’s mind.
This sounds sad, but it did prepare me for later in my life. At age 20 I fell in love with a woman who had three young children. I spent the next twenty-two years of my life raising those children. I did the best I knew how to do with the little training on what a father is supposed to look like. I don’t know where the information came from (well I do but we will get to that later) but I must have done something right because there are three human beings out there following their dreams and doing a pretty good job of it.
I did not attend church as a child and that carried into my adulthood. After my relationship ended with my first wife in 2014, I went on a search for the “meaning of life” (rolling eyes, I know) and it was an exhaustive search. After finding out that there were over three-thousand recorded religions from all around the world I decided I was just going to have to make up my own Religion. I called it Buddhajewchristslam. I was happy with that for quite some time and at peace for a couple of years. The problem was that after a while I was able to neatly pack that religion in a tidy little box. I thought I had everything figured out and it was surprisingly depressing.
In late 2017, during a hiatus in a treatment center, I met Chris. He was a devote follower of Jesus Christ. We had many conversations about Jesus and Christianity. I would share my thoughts about Buddhajeschristslam and I remember him just attentively listening. When I was leaving the center, Chris asked if he could pray over me. He put the full armor of God on me, which I had never heard of. After leaving that facility, God put me in touch with another strong Christian man. He encouraged me to pray every night for God to show me the truth. Then over the next couple of weeks God kept putting Jesus right in front of me. I came to believe that Jesus died on the Cross for our sins, He rose from death three days later and shortly after that he rose to Heaven to sit at the Right Hand of God the Father.
This realization not only brought me peace, but I realized in that moment that I had grown up being raised by the most perfect father. He was not there physically but he was always there with what I believe were hundreds of Angels looking over me day and night. I could clearly see the lessons I was being taught in the troubles I had gone through. So, to this day, have not lost any hope in my Abba Daddy.
God this is for you – Happy Father’s Day!!!!!!
Remember that he has been and always will be there because,