Every Monday I write a thought God has placed in my heart, something I discovered in the word of God, or an experience I’ve had that has taught me a lesson I feel would edify my readers. I recently added a fun twist to the end of my Monday posts; pictures of anything I’ve been up to. I hope this will be as interesting for you to read as it was for me to write.
I wondered how I could give an honest depiction of what’s in my head without getting too personal, but since the following revelation has totally consumed my thoughts, If I am to be truthful to this title, I fear I must reveal a little known fact about myself. I struggled for years with the reality that I grew up without a father. I sincerely believe that to a certain extent this had affected my relationship with God. What other believers found easy, I struggled with: for example, to just trust that God would provide, without me working hard to find provisions for myself , I had to go through the Bible and find scripture references to endorse this truth, I would then encourage myself in the scriptures over and over again, until it sunk in.
My husband on the other hand, who has enjoyed the privilege of growing up with his dad, has no such struggle; he remembers that when he was hungry, he could go to his dad and say “dad, I’m hungry”, and his dad would prepare a meal for him. My husband knew that if he was not feeling well in the middle of the night he could call out to his father and say “dad, I’m not feeling well” and his dad would get dressed and proceed to the nearest 24 hour pharmacy and get whatever medication his mother instructed. My husband knew that if he was afraid in the middle of the night, he could stagger to his dad’s room and say “dad, I’m scared” and his dad would make room for him on his bed.
I knew none of this, so when God said in Psalms 103:13 “Like as a father pitieth his children, so the LORD pitieth them that fear him.” It took me a few minutes to wrap my mind around it. So this weekend, specifically Sunday night of our Youth Convention, God gave me a revelation: My marriage to my husband, the father of my children, will teach me all the lessons I missed growing up without my father. WOW! This might seem very unimpressive to some of my readers, but what a life changing revelation for me. As I sat in Church I began to cry, I allowed the years of my marriage to roll through my mind and to think back on all the fatherly things my husband has done for our three children. I then understood completely the role of my heavenly father. I no longer need time to wrap my mind around His promises towards me; I see His example everyday in my own family. Oh! How I love Him.
What’s in your head? If you have a thought you just can’t shake, share it with us on Apostolic talk.
Fun Twist: Baking more bread. Sorry, I know it’s a fast day, but I baked these last night 🙂
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