I feel like a little girl whose Daddy has called her over to his chair and pulled her up onto his lap, gives her a hug and says, “Tell me what’s going on in your life”. I can talk to Jesus about all my problems and activities. He lovingly hugs me and may say, “That sounds like it was fun.” or He may say, “I’m sorry that happened to you. Let’s talk about how to avoid that happening again.” or “So, what are your plans?”. He really wants to know what I am thinking about.
There is no reason for me to lie or try to hide something from Him. He is already aware of my problems and issues, faults and virtues. I know not everyone feels that way about Jesus. Not everyone had a dad who gave them that experience. I’ve read that our experience with our earthly father will effect how we perceive our heavenly father. I was so blessed to have a father who doted on me. He was 46 years old when I was born. He started going blind when I was about six years old. He was too poor and old to give me material things but he did give me his love.
As I became a teenager, I was shocked to find my father no longer seemed to hold me in that regard. I have since learned that moral men who do not have a good relationship with a wife in the home will often become distant with their pubescent daughters. The father is so appalled at the idea of ever having an immoral thought about his daughter, he “shuts her out” to avoid that possibility. Of course, at the time, I never imagined that was happening. Not having a mother in my life was hard enough but then I felt like I was also losing my dad.
At the age of 15 I became troubled about my own path in life. My dad recognized what my need was and suggested I start going to Church. There, I found another Father who never “shuts” me out. Jesus is always there for me. Always listening, always loving.
But like a child, I’ve had to avail myself of my new parent’s wisdom through His Word. I feel like the Bible is God’s love letters to me. We discuss things I need to learn and he shows me by relating incidents where others also had lessons to learn. He warns me and admonishes me and encourages me to keep trying when I fail. He assures me of His love but even more of His ability to handle things I can’t handle. He tells me to “wait” and believe He is in control.
I pray that others may be able to develop at least as good a relationship with Jesus as I have and that I grow more aware of His desire for my life.