The Fathers Arms

There is a sound that every parent knows…. it is the cry of his or her child.

A while back my daughter came home, slammed the door and then silence.
I paused as I listened. I knew instinctively what was about to happen.
And then I heard it…the cry that said it all.

You see, there are different cries that mean different things…and my little one has a few.
There is the cry that says I’m hurt, but mostly just my pride.
There is the cry that says I’m tired and hungry and then there is the big one.

This was the mother of all cries.
When I heard it, it was unmistakable. This cry was the sound of a little girl’s broken heart.

Before I could even ask what happened or get to her, I was watching a beautiful thing happen right in front of me.

I watched my little girl seeking comfort and consolation in her daddy’s arms.
Head buried into his chest, she cried deep, hard, sorrow filled tears.

My husband held her, stroking her hair he assured her and loved her in the midst of her pain and sadness.

This was a powerful image for me.

The way my daughter poured herself out to her daddy is what God desires from us when we are hurt, when we grieve or when we are celebrating.

He wants to be with us in all aspects of our life.

He longs to hold us when we are afraid and wants to whisper in our ear, “I am with you”.
He desires to have intimate fellowship with us. He wants us to know Him and be known by Him.

Growing up in a family that was fractured by infidelity, divorce, abuse and alcoholism I never had a relationship with my dad that would have allowed me to seek comfort and safety in him.

Consequently when I began my relationship with Jesus, I found it difficult to relate to God as “Father”. My only example had been of someone who was angry, abusive and absent.

What I have come to realize over time, is that God is the kind loving father that I always wanted my earthly father to be…faithful, kind, present and loving.

This was a difficult concept for me but over time I have been inspired to have the faith of a child and learn to run into my Father’s arms.

It is in the arms of my Heavenly Father that I can find safety, love and assurance that no hurt is too great or insignificant to bring to Him.

I hope that you are willing to run into the Fathers arms when you find yourself in need of comfort.

He is waiting for you to simply come to Him.

For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.
—Romans 8:38-39

See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are. The reason why the world does not know us is that it did not know him.
1 John 3:1

Grace & Peace ~ Karen

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4 thoughts on “The Fathers Arms

  1. Joanne says:

    Awesome friend. Someone once asked me, “What words come to mind when you see the ocean?” I had to think for a minute. “Powerful. Scary. Intimidating.” I answered. She then told me, “The words that come to mind when you see the ocean is how you feel about God.”

    I have yet to find that ocean-test in scripture. But, it was fun to play along. Of course, it didn’t help that I have a fear of the water!

  2. Katie says:

    It took me a while to come to our Dad with everything. Some things I knew I could hide from Him. That was early on. Eventually, instead of being afraid or worse, ashamed, I came to realize that He was the ONLY One I could bring these things to. In earnest in seeking His face, I find my answers, but best of all, I find peace when I go to God first with my pain, sorrow, anguish as well as love, peace, joy and celebrate the freedom that is His to give us through that cleansing. katie <

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