Behold what manner of love the Father’s heart holds for you and I in every moment. His mercies, grace and loving compassion fail not and are new in every morning! How great is His faithfulness! I take a pause this morning from the topic I began yesterday “just because” I feel so very drawn to do so as I sit this morning in my heavenly Father’s presence.
For some of us, we did not have that expression of a loving father in our upbringing as a child. This I have witnessed throughout my life. I “did” however have a very blessed experience of having a loving supportive father.
He was a very quiet person not always having the words or the means of “doing the expected things” necessarily a lot that could express the measure of love that he carried in his heart for me.
He did however set aside quality time with me like in taking me fishing with him on some Saturdays, in which there in the beauty and quiet of the natural outdoors, in rain and shine we enjoyed the best of times. It was then that he would share in the best. Also it was in trips to the dump, working in the garden and yard, mending fences in the cow pasture, feeding and watering the chickens and cleaning the chicken house, shoveling out the cattle stall and putting hay in the manger, and harvesting and putting up hay in the summer. I grew up on a small suburban farm as you can probably tell.
It was while being engaged in the daily chores of keeping life moving and flowing for our family that I experienced some of the best of the father’s heart in my dad. In the midst of the simple and basic things of everyday life, he helped to instill in me what it is for a man to cherish, honor and respectfully love his wife and for me to respect and honor my mother. I had a lot of quality time with her as a result when He was away at work during the day. Unfortunately her life span was shortened considerably when she passed away from cancer at the age of 61. It was then in life as a young man in my late 20’s that I retreated within myself and began to live a rather introverted life. All the years in life while growing up I tended to keep to myself a lot. Both my dad and I were so quiet in nature and tended to retreat within a loneliness that we had a way of setting an environment up for self-imposed isolation. We still had those talks like we used to though however they were more superficial. We had challenges saying what we really felt deep down inside.
Through the years of my childhood, my dad often spoke of the love that he held for my mother even though they would have their share of “heated discussions”. This due to the fact that she was very outward in expression and most of time made sure she “had her say”. She was very outspoken most of time. For example if anyone offended her in verbal attacks against our family, especially pertaining to myself or my sister, she may never speak to them again if that person did not apologize and make it right. She even severed a longtime friendship with a best friend in life over such.
My dad did not always know how to respond to my mother but he listened until it became overbearing for him in not knowing how to respond, then he would retreat to his tv/radio repair shop out in the garage where he had a part time business. Then later they would find a way of settling their differences in love. He taught me that you never, ever lay a hand on a woman. You allow her speak and you listen. Then if you don’t know what to do, then you retreat rather than keep fighting with words.
He did the best he knew how to do. Unfortunately he buried and “stuffed” a lot of unresolved emotions and just carried them. I took after him in that respect. My marriage later after 19 years ended in divorce. Here 14 years later I am in a divorce care group healing my unresolved buried emotions and hurt. I am healing wonderfully, as God’s grace is so amazing.
Getting back to the story, I would often go out there in the shop with him to just be with him and watch. He did not always say much however in those times but when he did find ways to “show me” love, no matter what, I saw my real dad. I always saw his heart coming through even though he did not always know how to say it in words. That is my story of illustration today of “Father’s heart” from a part of my “real life”.
So know in this moment I contemplate in “the Father’s heart while all the inadequacies that surface in my own bring me through a long overdue season of resolution and transformation.
Beautiful Lord, wonderful Saviour; I know for sure that all of my days are held in Your hands, to be crafted into your perfect plan. So in Christ Jesus I place my hands upon the Potter’s wheel and He reshapes from my broken and shattered dreams and vision, a new handiwork that is being fashioned into something beautiful and unique to my expression.
All of my days are held in Your hands, O God and are crafted into Your perfect plan. You gently call me into Your Presence, guiding me by Your Holy Spirit, teaching me to live all of my life through Your eyes.
I’m caught up and fully enveloped in Your Holy calling, setting me apart for a unique expression of the love and character of my Lord and Saviour, Jesus.
I know you’re drawing me to Yourself and I’m fully trusting You to lead me in every minute detail in which Your Holy Spirit does have full sway and Your every word does also and becomes my say and mainstay. I shall not be moved nor swayed from Your very Presence.
This is my story and forms my song in which I so choose to walk in all the day long. I stand in such blessed assurance and am praising my Saviour through it all.