I have heard different stories of perceptions when it comes to how people see God, which helps me to understand why someone cannot call God their papa, often because the father figure in their life was less than ideal. Because I have had the best dad in the whole world, my question was why I couldn’t see God this way. I found myself wanting to be close enough to God to call him my daddy.
This weekend, I finally realized where I was getting hung up. I have the greatest dad ever, and I guess I felt that God could never be that good to me. As ridiculous as that sounds, it is true, and I think that maybe I just did not feel ready to trust Him fully yet. To me, my daddy is security in human form. No matter if I have a big problem or a really small one, I know that if my papa’s around, everything is going to be ok, even if my situation does not work out.
Galatians 4:4-6 says “But when the right time came, God sent his Son, born of a woman, subject to the law. God sent him to buy freedom for us who were slaves to the law, so that he could adopt us as his very own children. And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.” Now you are no longer a slave but God’s own child. And since you are his child, God has made you his heir.” This scripture has really hit me hard. I am realizing that God is my daddy, I can call him that and see Him that way, because the truth is that I AM HIS CHILD!
