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Monday, March 19, 2012

Who Is Your Daddy?

The other day I went for my first pedicure of the season.   It was an indulgence for sure, and I knew it would feel good, but I had no idea how good I would feel leaving there.

In the two chairs next to me was a pair of younger girls.  Maybe out of high school, maybe not... the older I get, the younger everyone else seems.  They were having a good time just chatting and laughing.  At one point one of the girls asked the other, "Who's your daddy?"  The other one retorted sarcastically something that sounded like it was a line from a song, and then the two of them cracked up.

They had no idea I was listening as I was up to my ears in 'People' magazine, pretending to be enthralled with the latest celebrity gossip.  But the question caught my attention and I started thinking.  I know exactly who my Daddy is... and He is mighty to save.  He is the author of my salvation and yours too.  He is the author of my story.  He knows the beginning, middle, and end.  And He knows my life isn't defined by one chapter of my story, even when I get stuck and feel as though it is.  He knows all the ways I fall short and mess up.

And He knows when I desperately need a Savior.  Someone to come in on His white horse, listen to me cry, move mountains when I am to weak to even try, chase the villain away and make everything better, even if just for a little while.  That's who my Daddy is.

One of my absolute favorite verses of scripture is Zephaniah 3:17.  "The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." Oh Lord, let it be so!! 

Father, I pray today that you will work in the lives of all those who seek your face!  Today Father, will you come along side the broken, the grieving, the hurting, the lost, those who think they are unworthy of your love and salvation?  Father, I pray today that everyone reading this will know that you conquered the grave for them.  Not just the few elite, but the everyday, broken sinner... like me.

Oh how He adores you sweet friends...

1 comment:

  1. Kim..........thank you I so needed to hear those words.