I was Daddy's girl.
I also remember many a time of standing at the back door of our little apartment, waiting, waiting, waiting and hoping to see my daddy come up the stairs and sweep me up into his arms.
The natural love a child has for his parent is a wonderful thing. My dad made a lot of mistakes but one thing he was really good at was conveying his love and pride in me.
God paints a beautiful picture of a Father waiting, waiting, waiting and hoping to see his child coming down the path toward home in the story of The Prodigal Son. And when he saw his son, he RAN to meet him. I love that story so much because it teaches us that even if we've made terrible choices, we can always turn around (repent) and go Home.
Did you know one of God's name is Abba, which means Daddy? I think Daddy God is waiting, waiting, waiting for each of his children to come home. And when they get there? Such excitement!
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