Friday, March 13, 2009

a good Dad

My job comes with a lot of important titles: Oven Fairy, Coffee Hostess with the Mostess, Sizzler, Deli Girl, Smiley, and the list goes on. Today I realized that I have a title that beats all of those ... daughter of the Most High God!

This is what happened. I was making one of my last sandwiches of the day, egg salad on a wheat shorti. A coworker was standing next to me cleaning up my mess (that's the rest of the store's title: Cleaners of Jenny's Messes). As I finished smushing the egg salad onto the roll, using the plastic to push it around the bread so that the entire surface was covered, Debbie my cowoker laughed and took the plastic from me. She, a mother of five, said, "I'll throw out your dirty diaper for you." (Picture a sheet of plastic wrap covered in smears of various shades of yellow.) The customer whose sandwich I was making laughed and said, "No, don't remind me of those days!" They proceeded to bond over how much they enjoy their children being gone, out of their houses, gone far away from their responsibility.

My customer bragged about how he says to his kids, "Don't you bring your problems to me! You're on your own!" He and my coworker laughed, and I could only walk away marveling in my heart.

God is my Father... my Daddy. He will never leave me, nor forsake me. I am held in the palm His righteous right hand, and nothing can pluck me out of His grasp. He will never cast me out. He does not love me and accept me on account of how smart, successful, and independent I am, but on account of His own righteousness that He has imputed on me. Before the foundation of the world, He predestined me unto adoption as a daughter and saved me by His grace because of His great love with which He loved me.

He does not want me to grow up into a solitary independence, like so many earthly fathers desire of their children, but He will come again to get me and to bring me to a place that He has prepared for me, where we will be together throughout all eternity... and not just me, but every son and daughter that He has adopted throughout all the years of history.

The world says, "Daughter, you are twenty-two years old now. You are an adult. I have fulfilled my responsibilities toward you. Now leave me alone until it is time for me to claim my rights from you."

God says, "Wherever you go, I am there already. (Ps. 139) When you cry out to Me for help, I will hear you. I will shake the earth in my anger against your enemies. (Ps. 18)"

What a good God! What a good Dad!

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