Today is about dads.
When God created Adam He already foreknew that Adam would need a companion and not just a companion but that he would become a father. Adam was the beginning. The beginning of an incredible legacy God was about to weave and create through man here on Earth. The Lord began writing His story through the first father, Adam and man that story was going to get gritty, beautiful, majestic, sorrowful, and eventually victorious through Christ.
I was reading the other day and stumbled upon this verse.
30 The Lord your God who goes before you will himself fight for you, just as he did for you in Egypt before your eyes, 31 and in the wilderness, where you have seen how the Lord your God carried you, as a man carries his son, all the way that you went until you came to this place.’ 32 Yet in spite of this word you did not believe the Lord your God,
It struck me. Verse 31 in particular. I imagined a father carrying his weary son. I imagined my own son weary in the arms of his loving, strong, passionate, faithful father. I envisioned them running through murky waters as the father carried his son, never even considering letting his own tired body fail. I saw the picture of the children in centuries past being taken from their fathers and the unrelenting love those fathers displayed in fighting for their children.
The men and women of Israel had experienced, witnessed, and seen with their own eyes the faithfulness of the Father. The fight He fought on their behalf was nothing short of miraculous and convincing of His love. He was their FATHER and He loved them, immensely, immeasurably, infinitely.
The painting I see in God’s story here is beautiful. I’ve seen my husband carry his children. Their burdens, their tears, their emotions, their hardships, their worries, their tired bodies, their sleepy heads, their precious tiny bodies. My husband goes before them in prayer, fighting for them against the powers they cannot see and they do not know even face them.
And, still, just as the Israelites did, children doubt, they wonder…they question…and yet the Father shows unrelenting love. The father puts our hearts at ease. His faithfulness calms storms.
Our heavenly Father created an incredible story, written on the face of this Earth. Our own Fathers have written their stories. And, although not all of them are what we hoped they might be, our heavenly Father redeems it, creates beauty from it, and we can praise His name. And then, today we celebrate the father of our own children. Those that carry in their arms the babies from our wombs. The ones who pray for and fiercely love their children. The fathers who spend countless, sacrificial hours working for their families dreams.
They are the ones who go before us. The ones who carry us through our own unwritten stories. They are the creators of a legacy.
Let’s treasure our fathers today. Speak words of life and love into their hearts and minds. Let us lift them up in prayer and anoint them with the Words of their very own heavenly Fathers.
Happy Father’s Day dads. We love you!