"You're in it with me, working through me, fighting for me"
-God is not against me, Elevation Worship
Why is it so easy for me to grasp God's divinity and accept him as the creator of the Universe, yet so hard to also recognize him as my father, and a father who truly cares for me?
Those moments where I fell short and messed up badly.Having him on my lips yet my heart being so far away from him. While getting to the end of myself, wanting to go back to the house of the father I once knew, but aware of my filth.
My reason and understanding acknowledge the laws of cause and effect, The principles of sowing and reaping, action and reaction, conviction and sentencing, which are apparently easier to grasp than the depth and essence of a good father's love for his son.
A genuine love weighted with care, worry, and even disappointment, nevertheless desperate not to enforce punishment, but to have his son back to keep guarding and protecting him with his guidance wisdom & instruction from the evil forces operating in this world, and the wickedness that's within him.
As I approach him as a humbled servant seeking nothing more than restoration, feeling ashamed, and unworthy to ask for anything. Judging and condemning myself, In a way even crying out for justice and punishment upon myself.
All I hear, all I see, and all I feel: is your love, mercy, and grace; being rubbed in my face & shoved down my throat.
You're an omnipotent creator, and a loving father altogether at the same time.
Oh, Yahweh! My Lord & Father, my favorite and most beloved mystery.
