But how will she give birth when she is so anxious?
Why has she forgotten that He will be a Father to her? Maybe she does not understand the meaning of the word Father.
But this promise. This promise is worth saying Amen to. This promise is worth waking up in the morning to read. This promise is worth bringing up in prayer. This promise.
If He is my Father then we are alright. Then we can sing and dance and smile. We can intertwine our arms and lick ice cream off cones and watch anointed preaching videos and cry from laughing too hard. If He is my Father then I will only work when I see Him working and I will do nothing else when He is not. I will sit and rest, as He does, He sits on a throne, no? If He is my Father, I know an embrace awaits me. I know that even if I fall and make mistakes, He is rich in mercy. If He is my Father, there is no need to
jump off from the high pinnacle of the temple, with the assumption that angels will catch me. If He is my Father, there is no need to magick stones into bread. My Father will give me my daily bread. Anything else He has not given me is not needed today. My Father will let His will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. My Father will deliver me from evil. Forgive me from my sins. Lead me not into temptation. Give me His Holy Spirit and never take Him away. Place His seal on me to show I am His. I am the receiver of His good gifts. I am the one in His open arms because He’s been waiting for me to return since the very day I left. And standing from afar off, I see. I lift my hands to Him. What a Father. And I worship.
Halloweth be His Holy Name.
And will be a Father unto you, and ye shall be my sons and daughters, saith the Lord Almighty. 2 Corinthians 6:18