I Messed Up. I Need to Call Dad

“If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all – how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?” (Romans 8:31b-32).

I will never forget the first time I held Karis in my hands.

When Helen told me we were having a baby, I knew I was going to be a dad. I mean, the growing bump in her belly was proof that I was going to be a dad. I knew that. I had even read some books about being a dad.

But that first moment when the nurse handed me Karis…wow!

I saw this tiny human being and the whole time I was thinking, “Holy cow! This little person thinks I’m her daddy!”

You see, what was wrapped up in that statement is my dad. There was never a time in my life when I didn’t know he had my back. He was the first person I turned to when I was in trouble. He was my rock. He was my provider. He was always there for me.

Now, this little person thinks that’s who I am for her! That reality rocked me.

While growing up I saw two types of kids:

  • I messed up. Dad’s going to kill me
  • I messed up. I need to call dad

Which one were you? I was blessed to be the latter.

As I come to think of it. There are two types of Christians, and they are the same ones as the two types of kids I grew up with.

  • Religion says – I messed up. Dad’s going to kill me
  • Gospel and grace says – I messed up. I need to call dad

Friends, your Father, your God, loves you. In fact, he’s crazy about you.

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