You're My Boy

One of my favorite times of the day is when I'm holding one of my sons, and I say "You're my boy" and my son says "You're my Daddy." It's a little thing I do to make my sons feel secure and loved. I learned it from my Dad, who always had a way of making my brother and I feel loved, and that he would always be there for us.

But mostly, I just love when my sons call me their daddy. I love knowing that they love me, that they rely on me, and that they trust me. 

I can't help but believe that God feels the same about our relationship with him. As believers, he has made us his sons and daughters and there is nothing that can separate us from his love.

Nothing.

Now that I'm a parent, I not only believe that more fully but I feel it - I feel God's love for me in ways I never understood. I am a flawed, tainted and sinful human being - if I can love my sons this much, how much more can a perfect God love me? Infinitely more.

How would I feel if one of my sons ran away? How would I feel if they never called to me, or talked to me? How would I feel if they never wanted to be with me? What would I do?

Hell.

It would be hell. I would never stop looking for them. I would never stop calling for them. I would do anything to get their attention.

Anything.

And God, infinitely more loving than me, also does anything to get our attention. Maybe it's an accident. Maybe it's a job loss. Maybe it's our health. Maybe it's a DWI. Maybe it's the death of a loved one.

Anything.

He never stops looking. He never stops calling for us. He never stops.

Never.

Jesus actually called God his Daddy (Abba). I can't help but think he was showing us - modeling for us - the kind of relationship God desires to share with us.

He never stops looking. He never stops calling for us. He never stops.

You are his boy.

He is your Daddy.