Preach it, sister.Farmfresh said:I think that those of use who did NOT have a good Father sometimes forget what a good FATHER is and can do for a child. It is also a problem when all of the memories brought on by the word "father" are bad ones. It gets in the way our whole lives and even makes it hard to get close to our Heavenly Father.
I can't restrain myself from telling another story, because this one changed my life forever.
Because of the kind of father I had, I was terrified of God. I became a Christian because I was afraid of what He would do to me if I didn't. It took 30 years to learn the truth.
I had a very hard day one day and was at my wits' end in sadness and frustration. I knew how to pray, but I seldom got to the emotion of it, out of fear and out of doubt that the Father cared at all what I did or felt. But this day I just needed a Daddy so much.
So, I put aside my fears and just started talking to God like he was in the room. I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes and kept talking.
And I started to see a picture in my mind of me as a little girl, about five or six maybe. I was dressed as a little girl would have been dressed in the 1950's, when I actually was that age. Ruffled dress, mary Janes and white socks. I was on the floor of a beautiful 1950's cottage home and outside the window there were hollyhocks waving in the breeze.
Soon the front door opened and from my small height I saw two huge legs walk through the door and a large briefcase was set down on the carpet.
Suddenly there was an enormous overstuffed chair in the middle of the room and this figure, who I knew was at the same time my Daddy and The King of the Universe, the Lord God, lowered Himself into the depths of the chair.
He patted his knee as a signal for me to hop up into his lap, then he rested my head in the crook of his neck and said, "I love you so much. Why don't you tell me about your day?"
So, I did. I spoke my heart to a Father who loved me, who treasured and adored me. And he listened without criticising or ridiculing me, without pinching me until I cried or giving me a "Dutch Rub" and laughing when it hurt.
That scenario changed my life completely.