Embracing God's Fatherly Love

Can I tell you a secret? God doesn’t care about half of the petty things we trouble ourselves with. The key part of that statement is “we trouble ourselves.” Over the years, I’ve learned that most people's perception of God is deeply rooted in their own narrative and mindset. You’ll find that those who have experienced punishment or have a desire to punish others often envision God as a punitive figure. On the other hand, those who are quick to condemn others will likely see God as someone who rebukes and diminishes.

I grew up in the early 90s, during a time when many churches were heavily focused on sin and eternal punishment. It wasn’t uncommon to hear fiery sermons that cast people into the metaphorical lake of fire, declaring hell and damnation (which, to be fair, isn’t incorrect). But then, in the early 2000s, there was a noticeable shift. Churches started to embrace messages of prosperity, proclaiming friendship with God. I still remember how much I loved the song by Israel and New Breed, “I Am a Friend of God.” That idea resonated with me.

Yet, the version of God I cherish most is Father, Abba, Papa.

I’m not sure what your relationship with your father is like—whether it’s with your physical, biological, or another father figure—but for me, growing up, my father could do no wrong. He loved me, cared for me, and was gentle when I needed him to be. He was my safety, my security, and an amazing provider. We shared intimate conversations about life, and he encouraged me to see things from different perspectives, always valuing my opinions. He wanted to know my likes, dislikes, passions, and gifts. My father didn’t just give instructions; he demonstrated, allowing me to make mistakes and learn from them.

I remember being in the kitchen with him, standing on a stool so I could reach the stove. He didn’t just let me watch—he let me assist him in cooking. My father would lecture me when I made mistakes, standing me in the middle of the room, unable to sit or lean. I vividly recall him asking me to fetch a Bible from across the room, only to place it on the bed. In my young mind, I thought he was sending me on random tasks for no reason. But now I realize it was all part of my training, preparing me for the mindset I have today.

As an adult, I treasure these life lessons and see how they parallel my relationship with God through Jesus Christ. The Bible teaches that Jesus died for our sins—God’s only begotten Son, who was chastised for humanity. Through Jesus’ fulfillment of scripture, I am now considered a child of God.

I used to think that being a child of God was about maturity. The idea of being an adult and yet still a child was something I struggled with, especially when preachers spoke of maturity. Now, I realize how grateful I am to be a child of the Most High. I’m privileged to receive the same qualities my father once provided to me—now from God, eternally. I understand the privilege I hold, not by my own will, words, or deeds, but through faith in God’s promise.

I am who I am, not because of anything I’ve said or done, but because of God’s grace, through faith and belief in my salvation through Jesus Christ.

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