Every Friday I pull up an old post out of the wayback machine. As they say on prime time TV: if you ain’t seen it, it’s new to you!
…my God wants me to call him “Daddy.”
I can’t get over that insight. I’ve always known it to be true, but now I’m meditating on what it means. If God is my Daddy, it means that he knows what is best for me. He is for me, not against me. He wants me to look like him, talk like him, think like him. He wants me to emulate and model and follow him, because he’s crazy about me.