Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.
Our Loving Father
When my oldest daughter, Jenna, was four years old, she came to me with a confession. “Daddy, I took a crayon and drew on the wall.” (Kids amaze me with their honesty.)
I sat down and lifted her up; in to my lap and tried to be wise, “Is that a good thing to do?” I asked her.
“What does Daddy do when you write on the wall?”
“You spank me.”
“What do you think Daddy should do this time?”
Don’t we all want that? Don’t we all long for a father who, even though our mistakes are written all over the wall, will love us anyway?
We do have that type of a father, A father who is at his best when we are at our worst. A father whose grace is strongest when our devotion is weakest.
Max Lucado Six Hours on Friday
How many times have I showed how much I love you…
Trust God for your day…Today