Daddy, Do I Matter?
Abba is the term we can use to speak with the only real
father that counts—the one who adopted us to sonship. My human daddy was
special to me and to my brother. Even though he was really hard on Sterling, he
loved him with an obvious love. He wanted Sterling to be a good man. Now Daddy
had his own ideas of what his daughter should be, but then, he was a man with the
ideas of his generation. As a human daddy, he would have done anything he could
for us as his children. And we knew that. But today my human father is no
longer among the living. He is just a memory.
A sweet lady came today and cleaned my house from top to
bottom and made me feel that it was so much nicer to live in a clean house. As
she was leaving, we both made comments about this silly aching in my knee and
shoulder. We nodded our heads at my comment: it is a privilege to get
this old! God still has some kind of use for me. Maybe the old woman matters
to God! And that brought other thoughts to my mind. Youngest son, before he
decided to abruptly leave us, asked many others: Who am I to you? He really
wanted to feel that he mattered. Recently a friend decided he could not handle
any more of the pressures of this life and swallowed a bottle of pills. But you
know what, he did not succeed in leaving us—because he matters to God!
Whether or not we realize what purpose we have in life and
living, we can be assured: we matter to God.
Rest well, my friends. You are loved.
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