Hello everyone, I know, I know, it’s been awhile.. Sorry about that, I’ve genuinely been struggling to come up with anything to blog about. However, I guess the Lord wanted to give me something to blog about so here I am.
To give you a bit of a preface every Monday we do discipleship days and we have speakers or our coaches talk/preach a sermon. Two Mondays ago one of our coaches Doug Duffy, and a local Costa Rican pastor Re’ne did a tag team sermon and quite honestly I cannot remember what the sermon was about, but the Lord still used it to do a work in me. (Sorry, Doug if you are reading this), However, despite my inability to recall the sermon, I do remember that at the end there was an opportunity to come receive a ‘fatherly’ hug and be prayed over. Pause: I need to give you a little bit of a background before I go any further. I have an amazing dad. He has been an amazing example of what a man should be and he has been an fantastic spiritual leader in my home as well (really dad, my standards are ridiculously high). My dad and I have always been close, I’ve always been a daddy’s girl, (sorry, momma I love you too) and have never once had to question if my Dad loved me. However, my dad is not the most talkative guy. We talk, but mostly we just spend time together. So, when my dad runs out of things to talk about, or when he wants to talk to me but doesn’t really know what to say he’ll say my name. He says it over and over again, he’ll say “Molly, Molly, Molly..” and he’ll use all sorts of funny voices. It’s something I love that he does but it’s also something that I took for granted when I was at home. We can resume the story now: When Doug said there was going to be an opportunity for a ‘fatherly’ hug all I could think was I want to hug my daddy, and in that moment I was overwhelmed by how much I missed my mommy and my daddy. So, after I could literally feel my heart ache with longing for my family I instantly decided I needed a hug. I went up and Doug spoke several things over me, but the thing that stood out the most was the very first thing he said. He said “The Lord loves to say your name over and over ‘Molly, Molly, Molly..’”. That broke me. All I could think was how thankful I was that the maker of everything, God Almighty would know I would need to hear my name called. That he loved me so much he gave me an Earthly daddy to echo what he says about me. To tell me I’m loved, to tell me I’m beautiful, to show my what my heavenly dad is like. I called my dad the other day and I told him about this (it made me start crying). Do you want to know what my dad told me? He told me that he can’t even begin to explain how much he loves me and that the Lord loves me more than he ever could (then we were both crying). Everyday, I become more and more amazed by God and how much he loves me. Then with that unfathomable thought I am reminded that the father loves each and everyone of us troublemakers called humans. This blog made/makes me cry when I read it and when I wrote it, because every time I am overwhelmed by the Father’s love. I don’t normally like to share things like this, but I felt like I was supposed to share this. I hope this blog has blessed you in some way and gives you even just a glimpse of how much the Father loves, and how much he loves you. Thank you so much for reading my blog.
May the Lord bless and keep you,
Molly Elizabeth McCrary.
