Daddy's girl part 2

I came to know Jesus at a very young age. Four to be exact. I don't remember much of my life without God. Still, my relationship with Him has been on varying levels over the years. My 'faith like a child' years as a youngster where I just believed. It was simple then. God is whatever He says he is and does whatever he says that He does. That's all there was to it! 

As I grew, questions arose. Other world views presented themselves (much to the chagrin of my parens I'm sure!) I had to not only believe I had to begin to seek. Remember how fun it was to play that as a child? Hide and seek. (And on a side note, I gotta be honest, it's not as fun as a parent!) Being the hider was always the most fun. You'd be sitting in that dark closet in nervous anticipation. Half wanting to get found so that you could get out of the smelly darkness- what do people keep in those closets??!! You sneak a peak to see if they are coming closer. You can barely stand it so you let out a small noise as a hint. There they come! They're gonna find you! The closet opens and.... Found you! 123 on Janette. 

It's kinda like that with seeking God. Can you imagine being God the Father? He's sitting in that closet of Peace and He's just waiting for you to find Him in there! He lets out some still small peeps as hints hoping to lead you to Him. He's sitting there with a smile on His face waiting for you to open the door and say,"I found you! 123 on God!" He's in here everybody!!" The seeking stages are so much fun!

As I said in my last blog (hence the part 2...) my dad died nearly four years ago. The emptiness and lost feeling that came  with his death urged me to seek God in a way that I hadn't before. I knew God's Son, Jesus, and how he was my Saviour in an all encompassing way. I knew His Holy Spirit and the power and the wonder that He brings. Oddly enough, I had never really sought God out as my Father. Maybe it was because I had such a dang good one here on earth, I really don't know why but I just didn't. In my desperation I cried out to God and begged Him to reveal Himself to me as a Father! Please make that still small peep, that lightning bolt, snack me on the forehead with it- I didn't care how. I just needed a Daddy. And I found Him! Yeppers. The most amazing feeling ever is knowing that you are loved and cared for by your Heavenly Father. He held out His hand to me just like my dad used to when we would go across the road to milk the neighbours' cows. He squeezes tight when I'm scared and gently pulls when my feet get stuck in the mud (although i probably need a boot to the butt instead). Sometimes when I need it most He just wraps His arms around me and holds me. Those are good moments!

It's so good to have a Daddy! 

My dad holding me in his lap on Christmas morning. I was two.