It’s So Simple…
Our Father
Part Three
Why is keeping it simple so hard? Shouldn’t it be easy? But in a world that cry’s out for bigger, better, more my mind tells me that simple is too easy. I then begin to over analyze the situation and before I’m finished I have taken something simple and made it complicated. But as I read the Lord’s Prayer I’m reminded how beautiful simple can be.
'Our Father in heaven’: I have a father in heaven. According to Larry Kreider in the book “Building Your Personal House of Prayer” the first room entered is the Family Room. I will address my father in the family room. This is a wonderful picture for me. When I think of a family room I think of something comfortable and safe. The problem I have is the word ‘Father’. It’s so formal.
I have been blessed to have a remarkable earthly father. He is a man who always took care of me, provided for my needs and loves me unconditionally. However, when I was growing up he was stern, strict and somewhat dictatorial. He is a man of very few words. In spite of this the words he uses can make me laugh until I cry or cut me like a knife. This being said when I think of ‘Our Father in Heaven’; I tend to think of an austere taskmaster. Someone I fear as much as I love. This sometimes makes it hard for me to approach my heavenly Father without fear and trepidation.
Many years ago when I was only twenty-five I was diagnosed with Stage II breast cancer. When I awoke from surgery the first person I saw walk into my room was my father. The look of love mixed with the pain on his face brought even more tears, still all I could think of was “Daddy make it better”. At that moment in time, I didn’t want a Father I wanted my Daddy. And my Daddy was there with open arms and a strong shoulder for me to cry on.
I’ve started to think of my Father in heaven as my Daddy. I can almost see the smile on his face when I come to him as a little girl seeking his love and giving him mine. I can’t think of anything I’d rather be than Daddy’s little girl. It’s so simple.
Why is keeping it simple so hard? Shouldn’t it be easy? But in a world that cry’s out for bigger, better, more my mind tells me that simple is too easy. I then begin to over analyze the situation and before I’m finished I have taken something simple and made it complicated. But as I read the Lord’s Prayer I’m reminded how beautiful simple can be.
'Our Father in heaven’: I have a father in heaven. According to Larry Kreider in the book “Building Your Personal House of Prayer” the first room entered is the Family Room. I will address my father in the family room. This is a wonderful picture for me. When I think of a family room I think of something comfortable and safe. The problem I have is the word ‘Father’. It’s so formal.
I have been blessed to have a remarkable earthly father. He is a man who always took care of me, provided for my needs and loves me unconditionally. However, when I was growing up he was stern, strict and somewhat dictatorial. He is a man of very few words. In spite of this the words he uses can make me laugh until I cry or cut me like a knife. This being said when I think of ‘Our Father in Heaven’; I tend to think of an austere taskmaster. Someone I fear as much as I love. This sometimes makes it hard for me to approach my heavenly Father without fear and trepidation.
Many years ago when I was only twenty-five I was diagnosed with Stage II breast cancer. When I awoke from surgery the first person I saw walk into my room was my father. The look of love mixed with the pain on his face brought even more tears, still all I could think of was “Daddy make it better”. At that moment in time, I didn’t want a Father I wanted my Daddy. And my Daddy was there with open arms and a strong shoulder for me to cry on.
I’ve started to think of my Father in heaven as my Daddy. I can almost see the smile on his face when I come to him as a little girl seeking his love and giving him mine. I can’t think of anything I’d rather be than Daddy’s little girl. It’s so simple.
