DADDY’S LOVE

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Today, I think about the day when daddy told me to wash a glass cup of his and he emphasized on the ‘wash it well’ part. So, I did lay emphasis on washing the cup so well. With fear in my heart, afraid of daddy’s cane, I washed and rinsed the cup over and over and over again.
Guess what?!

The cup fell from my hands and broke! My heart was completely broken, my fear increased and tormented me.  I could not approach daddy to tell him what had happened, how was I supposed to tell him? He would kill me. I was too afraid of his strokes and the stern words that he would lash out at me.
I remained outside the house, refusing to go in. Unfortunately, there was no one to plead for me…. Oh God!!! 

So I remained there until I heard daddy call out my name, Ada!!! ( I leave you to imagine the rate at which my chest was pounding and the trembling of my feet as I made to answer him).
Yes daddy! I responded.
“Where is the cup I told you to wash? Why did it take you so long? At that instant, I turned a stammerer, “Daddy….Sorry…Sorry daddy”
“My friend talk to me, what is it?
“Daddy..... I'm sorry..... the cup fell from my hand when I was washing it… It broke” The tears increased and flowed with no restraint at all.
“Come here! Come close! Give me your hand!”, Daddy said.
I stretched out my hand ready for the beating of my life.

“Did you get hurt? You need to be careful next time” Daddy said sternly but lovingly. I did not even realise all along that I had sustained a cut from the broken glass cup. Daddy reached out for the First Aid box and dressed the wound.
The tears that flowed thereafter, I wouldn’t know if they were for joy, for shock or for the need to empty the already full bowel of tears. I cannot express how I felt but I was completely healed of the pain and fear I felt in my heart.

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So now, I think of the Saviour’s love, boundless it is. We may think of Him as some furious being with some sledge hammer in His hand waiting to hit at us at our slightest mistakes. But He is patient. He is kind, merciful, rebukes but lovingly.

If our earthly fathers can think this way about us, how much then our heavenly father......

#Daddyslove
#Matthew chapter seven verse eleven
#Hebrew chapter twelve verse six
#Revelations two nineteen

The Father's love is a rich combo of love, mercy, kindness, rebuke, patience.

Thank you Lord for loving me and not giving up on me

Comments

Chukwuebuka Innocent said…
This reminds me of Cory Asbury's "Reckless Love". I gave thoughts to the word "Reckless" and I was overwhelmed.
Reckless!
Reckless!

No wonder the lyrics reads thus "Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God
Oh, it chases me down, fights 'til I'm found, leaves the ninety-nine
I couldn't earn it, and I don't deserve it, still, You give Yourself away
Oh, the overwhelming, never-ending, reckless love of God..."

This Love is perfect.

I pray I benefit maximally from this Love.
13 January 2020 at 01:10
Joy@Pentolife said…
Amen.... This love is perfect. It casts away fear and doubt.
13 January 2020 at 01:20
Unknown said…
My father's love that never die
Perfect love.thanks the the write up
13 January 2020 at 07:13
Bisbimwrights said…
His Love is the gift that births gift. It is life. Thanks for this. Such a beautiful piece.
14 January 2020 at 06:58
Bisbimwrights said…
His Love is the gift that births gift. It is life. Thanks for this. Such a beautiful piece.
14 January 2020 at 06:59
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