My Dad

[I want to be just like my Dad]                                                                                                             

Not when I grow up.  I want to start being like Him now.

People have been telling me about Him.

They tell me He loves them and shows them how much He loves them all of the time.  They say he has a listening ear that is never too tired or too busy to hear what they need.  They say He has great big arms for for big hugs and big shoulders to carry their biggest problems.  They say they love Him, but they will never be able to love Him as much as He loves them.

I have been reading letters he has written to me.

In His letters, I see how much He loves me.  He would do anything to make sure, I, His daughter, stay by His side.  He tells me how if I talk to Him, it will be much easier to be like Him.  I see that when I read His letters, I know who my Dad really is.  While I love hearing other people talk about how great my Dad is, it is so much better to read it for myself.

I also like to watch what my Dad does.

I see my Dad showing people love.  He doesn’t show love only to the people who are easiest to love.  I see Him showing love to people that I would probably just walk by without noticing.  He sees who they really are.  He sees that they  need love  more than anyone.

Sometimes, my Dad cries.

It isn’t because He is weak.  He is very strong.  But sometimes His very strong heart is very broken.  When He sees His children hurting, it makes Him want to wrap His big, strong arms around them and remind them that He is there.  He loves them.  Sometimes, He has to watch people be hurt before they can come to Him.  He knows that in the end they will be with Him, but it is very heartbreaking for Him to watch their struggle.  He is sacrificing so much by waiting to pull them out of their difficulties.

My Dad just loves us so much.

I know this because my Dad has showed me His love time and time again.  I love to be near my Dad.  He always knows where I should go  next.  He leads me where He knows I should be.  He tells me He can’t wait until I grow up and get to stay with Him forever in our real house.  For now, He’s showing me as much of His house as He can while I’m still little and don’t know much.  He sends me blue prints.  I show the blueprints to my friends.  Some of them are planning on coming to live with us there, with my Dad and I.  Others don’t think my true home is really true.  Either that, or they don’t want to come for some reason.

I hope they change their minds and see my Dad’s blue prints as being real.

I know I can’t wait for the day when I get to go there.  Someday, I’ll be able to sit in my Dad’s lap as long as I want.  I’ll never want to leave our real house.  I’ve dreamed of it for so long!  Being there with my Dad is the one thing I really want.  The only other thing I can think of is this:

[I want to be just like my Dad]

(this was a post from my old blog, but I wanted to include it in this archive..hope you enjoyed it)