Being a parent doesn’t come with a job description or
manual. It is on-the-job training all the way. As a father, I am
I am no superhero or mighty pillar of strength. I am only
a parent. When my child hurts, I react. When my child cries
out, I hear. When my child
asks for assistance, I do what
I can to help.
So why don’t I let my
heavenly Father do for me
what I am more than willing
to do for my own children? Why do I try to do it all myself? I
am finally learning to go to my heavenly Father when I am
frightened, lonely, bruised, or hurt.
God reassures us: “The Lord your God is with you, the
Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over
you with singing” (Zeph. 3:17, NIV). I’m learning that God
is waiting to give me comfort as a parent who wants the best
for me, a father who will pick me up and hold me in his arms.
God our Father won’t go away — ever!