When I think of a dad, I think of you.”
I smiled at this new perspective of the handsome man next to me. Our friends were becoming new parents, and the soon-to-be dad was describing my husband.
To me, this was one of the best compliments, and I could tell this person wasn’t just blowing hot air. He truly meant it.
When you think of a dad, who comes to mind? Is it your biological father? A step-dad or adoptive parent? Your Father in Heaven?
For much of my life, I didn’t think of God as a dad. I spent most days trying not to bother him. If someone was dying or having major surgery, I spoke up, but I figured he was too busy to be concerned with the monotonous, everyday stuff. I mean, he had a lot of prayers to listen to each day, right?
My mental image was something like Bruce Almighty answering the thousands of emails pouring into his inbox. Give me the “reply all” option, please.
What I tiny view of God I had. I put him in a little box and set him on a shelf, only inviting him into my life when something tragic or life altering happened.
Somewhere between having my first child and moving cross-country, I realized his love for me was much bigger than a last resort prayer.
I realized he cared about the mundane details of my life. The hushed conversations in the morning, the midnight wake-up calls, the carpool lines, coffee lines and worry lines.
When I saw him as a Father rather than a distant enforcer, my life changed.
But every now and then, I need a reminder. Because old habits and patterns are a bit like the ruts left in fresh snow by skiers. We fall into them because it’s easy and familiar. The snow is packed hard and packed down. But forging our own path is much more fun. Any experienced skier will tell you there is no powder like fresh powder.
Seven months ago, God opened my eyes, both figuratively and literally. I was wading through the first few months of postpartum with a new baby girl, dreaming about the day I would sleep. I wasn’t writing much. I wasn’t getting out of the house much.
I barely remembered what day of the week it was.
Now, let me be the first to say I love babies. I love the newborn scent, cuddles and sweet, soft sounds they make when their bellies are full of milk.
But I also love my bed. And I love many, many other things that seemed far out of reach in those wee hours of the night.
As out of sorts as I felt, I wasn’t talking to God about it much. I was falling into the old pattern of “this is too small to bother him with,” and “I knew this was coming, so why mention it?”
Even in my silence, he heard the need of my heart.
One night after dinner was made and the dishes were done, I received an email. An invitation. It was the middle of winter, but the warmth I felt as I read the words stayed with me for weeks.
In a season where writing felt like a far-off dream, a beautiful community of writers was inviting me to participate in a project. A 365-day devotional for women. A piece of sanctuary that would meet them in the middle of their everyday mess, whenever and wherever that may be.
Lord, my life was messy. Lord, how I needed this.
In a moment when my bearings wavered, God reached down and said, “I see you. I hear your unspoken need. You are not forgotten.”
Friend, what seems unimportant to us is important to God. He is the God of the unspoken prayer. He is the God who cares for each hair on your head, who knows your needs before you ask.
Don’t limit his miracles to saving lives and healing the sick. He is much more amazing than that.
He is not just a Father who saves us from death. He is the Father who supports us when we’re weak, infuses us with his creativity when we’re stuck, and uses us in ways we can’t even imagine.
He hand is working in the unseen realms. Open your eyes, and invite him into your everyday mess.
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