Several times in the last year or so, I
have known of people who due to growth in their relationship with God
began to call him Papa, or Papa God. It seemed reasonable to me.
Jesus calls God “Abba” - the equivalent of “daddy” or “papa”
- and I never had qualms about it, but now, I understand. I really
understand.
Throughout the day, I wear many hats
and am “all things to all people” - sometimes giving mommy hugs,
sometimes playing referee, sometimes acting as big sister, sometimes
just being a good listening friend. I am teacher, nurse, comforter,
corrector, tickler, snuggler, and all sorts of other things. Through
all of this, I have learned more of what it is to be a mother. And
what it feels like - I have had my heart close to bursting with love
and close to breaking with sorrow for my children.
Something I didn't know would happen,
though, was that God would teach me so much and so specifically about Himself
through my individual experiences. Seems silly to say it, because I should be expecting His instruction... Like secret whispers to my heart,
the Lord has been teaching me more about who He is as my
Father in Heaven. My Papa Dios.
Some journal bits:
