My Heavenly Father, the One who sent His Son Jesus to save selfish people like me, is slow to anger and abounding in rock-steady love. He always tells the truth. He forgives the wrongs done against Him. He gives profoundly beautiful gifts, chief among them His Holy Spirit. He disciplines me in order to make me the kind of man I’d want to be if I had a heart as good as His.
Gracious, honest, forgiving, generous, and ready to discipline. That is my Abba Father.
And so I have a template for what to be for my three little ones.
Happy Father’s Day, guys.
The word has meaning because a Father made the world. My prayer, as I sit outside my house just about ready to go in and give the kids lunch, is that I can, more and more, have the posture towards my children that He has towards His.