Some of you will think I’m crazy when you read this, but the other night I received a late night text message from my son.
And it made me tear up.
Not because he was being sentimental or sharing his love,
but because he asked if it would be okay to talk to his dad.
Yep, that brought the tears.
He still needed his dad.
Sometimes, as our kids get older we see them unconsciously moving farther and farther away from us. Not physically, but emotionally. It’s just a part of the maturing process. They don’t need us anymore. And that’s hard. Even though we’re incredibly proud of the adult they have become, somehow we don’t feel as important to them anymore.
But then there are moments like these.
My husband never turns his phone off. He’s a pastor, so he needs to be available 24/7. My kids know this, so in an effort not to wake him late at night, they will text me to see if we are sleeping. They know they won’t disturb us, because I turn my phone off when we go to bed.
The thing is, they also know that if they did call their daddy, he would answer. He would help. He would get out of bed and go to their house to fix any problem at any hour of the night. No matter what. That’s the kind of daddy he is. Always on call. Always helping. Always present.
And man, isn’t that just a picture of our Heavenly Daddy?
Someone commented on one of my posts recently and said, “I know Jesus must be sick of hearing from me.” I immediately wanted to reassure her~ “NO, NO this isn’t true!”
Yet, as I looked deeper at my own heart I realized I have had those same thoughts myself. Too often my prayers seem to come back to…
“I’m sorry God… I messed up again.
Help me God.
Please help me.
Why do I keep doing this God?
When will I learn?
I have no right even asking You for help, but please, please help me.”
I get myself into trouble then need God to bail me out. Over and over. And I feel ashamed to even ask. To even call on Him.
Just like we don’t want our own children to experience the “hard” alone, God feels the same about his children. Whether we grow and mature in our Christian faith, or fail time and time again, we will always need our Heavenly Father. Always.
And that makes me think about these moments with my kids. There isn’t a single thing they could do that would make me turn them away and not answer when they call for help…
When they call just to talk, when they call to complain, when their hearts are broken, when they’re hurting or excited, happy or sad. Always, my heart yearns to listen, to help them and to rejoice with them. I never tire of hearing from them.
Their daddy feels the same way, and so does their Heavenly Father.
And He wants to hear from us.
He will never, ever get sick of hearing from us because we are His children. Forgiven, redeemed, justified and loved. Loved beyond comprehension.
No matter the time, no matter how often, no matter the reason… no matter what, Jesus will always be there.
He will answer.
Always on call. Always helping. Always present.
That’s the kind of Father He is.
That’s the kind of Daddy He is.
Call on Him today.
Psalm 5:3, 18:6, 34:6, 42:8, 72:12-13, 102:1-2, 17, 103:13, 145:18
John 3:16, 15:16
2 Corinthians 6:18
I John 3:1, 4:9, 5:14