A Father to the Fatherless

The place a father holds in the life of his children is priceless. No other relationship is like that of a dad and his little ones. Indeed, I truly wonder if any relationship can compare to that of a man and his daughter. And the loss of that relationship is especially painful.

Celebrating Father’s Day has never been the same for me since 2001, the year I lost my dad to suicide. For many years after, I browsed the card section, searching for a card for another girl’s dad who became my step-dad.

But my eyes only fell on those that spoke of growing up with your first love – first crush, first hero – and knowing this man would always hold your hand and your heart. Tears would flow and my heart would ache – or become angry. Angry over my loss, angry over his decision, angry that I could never again be Daddy’s little girl.

Another cruel form of loss is when someone comes in the aftermath of tragedy to promise love and relationship for a lifetime, but instead leaves to fulfill selfish lust and a naïve notion of “finding oneself”. And now I am, again, left without a dad on this earth.


But I am not Fatherless.


Father to the Fatherless


I have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby I cry, Abba, Father (Romans 8:15)! The word cry in this scripture denotes an intense and powerful internal affection, and a fierce and forcible outward confidence in the freedom and liberty granted to us as children of God.

Intimate yet respectful, the name Abba is our warrant for boldly claiming a filial relationship with the Most High God. What an astounding, incomprehensible thought: We hold the same standing with the Father as Jesus our Messiah, His only begotten Son!

My first love, my Abba, Father loves me and will never leave me, and He holds my hand and my heart – forever.

If you have been left without an earthly father, accept the love of the Everlasting Father as your very own today. His love endures forever, and He is waiting to hold your hand and your heart.






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Today, Troubled; Tomorrow, Triumphant

An American business owner is vitriolically slandered by intolerant people full of rage for honestly answering questions regarding his beliefs.

A woman given to expressing the love of Christ in marriage is abandoned by an adulterous husband.

A man devoted to providing for his family is left to stand on his own by a divided company.

A young, talented football player is sought to be discredited by a hateful media.

A thirty-something is already wearied by the storms of life.

An unborn child is destroyed by the mother-heart yielded to darkness.

A man called Love is vitriolically slandered by intolerant people full of rage, abandoned by his followers, left to stand on his own, sought to be discredited, wearied by the storms of life, destroyed by hearts yielded to darkness.

“Whenever you are about to howl to the heavens, “I don’t deserve this!”, close your eyes and remember Christ hanging on the cross and say it again aloud, “I don’t deserve this.” Ann Voskamp

We have not a high priest that is cold, unfeeling, unsympathetic to our weaknesses, pain, suffering (Heb. 4:15). We may look to him for aid, support, comfort. We may come to him, for his yoke is easy, and his burden light (Matt. 11:30).

Helpless cries from a hurting child are met with grace by the heart of our Healer, Provider, Protector, High Priest….Abba, Father.

Look to him, pained child of God, for with loving-kindness he is drawing you, and he is near to the brokenhearted and saves those crushed in spirit (Jer. 31:3, Ps. 34:18). Snuggle close, feel his heartbeat, rest. In the end, every knee will bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord (Philippians 2:10&11). In the end, he wins…and so do you.