Father

You are my dearly loved Son, and you bring me great joy.”

One statement. Tears fall. Overflow. Embrace of the Father’s arms, heart liquefies. Lips try to utter words but none comes out. Only the heart can speak as the Father pours out his heart to his beloved child.

He speaks the language of my soul. He knows the very words I need right now. One statement and all is quieted. I don’t need to pretend I’m strong, that I have it all together.

He knows. My heart was wounded. Child’s soul scarred by words brandished like swords. He knows. The shame I feel for not being able to deliver. The mind that reels with a hundred different thoughts, strategizing what to do next. He knows. The dizzying spin of one day to the next. All the quick prayers uttered. He knows. The question at the back of my mind: “Am I pleasing to my Lord?” He knows all these even though I only become aware of it all as he answers..

You are my dearly loved child, and you bring me great joy.

I bask in these words. The very words of my Father King spoken right to my heart. I stay in them for a long while.

My heart tries to cry out a prayer but I find it doesn’t even have words to express itself. I go on with his words and there they are. The very things I want to say. Words uttered by a shepherd king thousands of years ago, echoing what my soul cries out today.

O God, listen to my cry! Hear my prayer! From the ends of the earth, I cry to you for help when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the towering rock of safety, for you are my refuge, a fortress where my enemies cannot reach me. Let me live forever in your sanctuary, safe beneath the shelter of your wings! For you have heard my vows, O God. You have given me an inheritance reserved for those who fear your name. Add many years to the life of the king! May his years span the generations! May he reign under God’s protection forever. May your unfailing love and faithfulness watch over him.

I return to his answer, “You are my dearly loved child, and you bring me great joy.”

Can anything be more precious than this? Father’s love lavished on a child’s starved soul. Father knowing what to give, though the child doesn’t even know what to ask for.

I take his hand. I stand up and let him dust me off. Father and child walking together. Child rest assured of the Father’s faithful and loving presence.

 

 

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