I have a confession.
I cannot function without a father.
I have a second confession.
I used to love God because it was the right thing to do. Now I love Him because I am desperate for a Dad.
I have a third confession. A confession that mocks the Devil.
I believe that Daddy Issues are a gift.
I am not too proud to say that I am a woman who now knows she would not have sought God any other way.
I am not too proud to say that it took the world shattering pain of my father’s absence to bring me to an empty parking lot in the middle of the night at age 19, 14 years after I was saved, where I began to Love my God.
Love him like I loved my father. Needed him like I needed my father. Wanted him like I wanted my father.
And so He was returned to his rightful place as My Father.
And so I have learned that it is better to be without the love of my father for but a few years, rather than to be without the love of my Father for all of eternity.
Earthly perspective is this: A heart-scar detracts from our value, and debilitates our potential.
But eternal perspective is this: Battle wounds create a pain that drives us to a healer we would not otherwise know & give a God-assigned purpose we never could have found.
The absence of your father creates room for your Father.
The pain caused by your father allows for comfort from your Father.
The more you miss your father, the more you’ll find your Father.
As of today, I am claiming that your “daddy issues” are no longer your curse, they are your blessing. They are the acknowledged desperation for a father, and proof that you go only to the greatest Father to survive. The same Father that created yours, and sees you both as equally broken hearts before Him. They are proof that when you need a comforter, provider, and protector – you go to the Comforter, Provider and Great Protector and no one else. They are proof that you seek love from the Author of it, and not a pale imitation of it. Proof that the first father you seek is the Father that every man, woman and child will bow before.
From the beginning of time, God has created what is beautiful, and man has wrecked havoc. And then, God extends redemption. We choose either to find our purpose by way of our need for redemption, or we continue into destruction and pain by way of our belief that nothing can save us from this.
What are you waiting for to save you from this?
When we wait for the same thing that destroyed us to rebuild us again, we wait in vain.
There is no Father who can redeem you other than the one who gave up his Son for your redemption before you were born.
And there is no middle ground between redemption and destruction.
Last week, I was crying for the ten thousandth time over the absence of my dad.
And He said, “Am I not Father enough?”
He is. He is Father enough.
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“I have chosen you. The little girl with the brunette ringlets and the big blue eyes – she was and is my daughter. Have you forgotten how beautiful I created you? Have you let others speak and tell you otherwise? Let all those voices be silent once and for all, for I am the Great I Am. They cannot stand against me. And they are nothing to me. I have created you as beautiful and in my eyes you have lost none of the innocence you possessed when I first gave you life. You are like new to me every morning, just as my mercy is new to you every morning. I have heard your cries – I am the Lord.” – Words from my Father in 2009. He is present.