A Message From Your Father (Part 2)

I’m Going To Be Sharing……(I Have Good Days Too!😂)

So if you like, you can go on fighting Him. Go on being angry and pushing Him away. The darkness in the world, the hurt and pain and strife and death, pin it all on Him. The truth and no one says this enough, He is the only One who has all the answers we so desperately search for. So what do you want? Keep fighting a never winning battle, or to finally start asking your questions?!

I couldn’t fight Him because I saw how fruitless it was. What did I do? I faced Him head on and questioned Him. I asked Him all the questions they said I couldn’t ask Him. I told Him about everything I liked and enjoyed and wanted to do that they said I shouldn’t do as a Christian.

What did He do? He sat with me. In my filth. In my sin. In my thinking I knew better. And that’s how our conversation began at a very young age. That’s how He started showing me, teaching me, patiently waiting for me to catch up. I would enter a new season, stage of my life and try to do it my way, try to figure it out myself and He will wait patiently for me. He never reprimanded me because He knew that’s not how I learned. Instead, always, He corrected me in love, always said “No, my love that’s not right, not because of this that they are telling you, but because of this”.

He made sure to tell me when my parents were wrong, when the way the teacher explained it confused me more than helped me understand, He stepped in to make things clearer. I literally grew up physically and spiritually at the same time. He made sure I had my thoughts. In fact, He encouraged it. All my emotions, all my feelings, the different directions my thought processes led me. He allowed me to express myself wholly. He accepted my broken parts and abominable words. He took them and began to explain to me. He always took His time, never frustrated. Never called me dumb or made me feel like I was lagging behind. He never and I mean never! Ever made me feel less than.

He never judged me. He never called me a sinner even though I was by definition one. He never made me feel like a sinner and I like didn’t deserve to be in His presence. No, He always welcomed me to His throne and always embraced me. Always! I promise you when all of this was happening I was not conscious of it. What did I do in reality? I spoke to myself. I cried when I felt icky. I told Him I didn’t deserve Him. I told Him I could never be clean. I begged for His help. Then I thought I went back to doing all those things again. But I look back now and I can clearly see how those things faded away. Those feelings became subdued. I began to take control over myself. I see myself actually progress and move forward.

It was at my pace. It was exactly how I needed Him. In the right intensity, the right magnitude. The right consistency. I am exactly where I am meant to be right now, all because God made sure I grew up. He grew up with me. He made sure that no matter what He would do life with me. All those days and nights that I cried blood and felt so empty and alone, He was right beside me and I didn’t see it till later.

So when I have my bad days I go back to who was there in my consistent bad days in the past and I don’t spend as much time in the darkness anymore. I can’t say exactly how He does it because I’m still learning, He is continually teaching me, I’m still on my journey and things are being revealed in parts, but I know and I am confident that I will know in due time and as He instructs, I’ll share with you.

So hey! Celebrate the good days too!