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My Father

I am blessed and look forward to celebrating Father's Day and sharing those near and dear to my heart -my Dads.

I've been struggling lately and a little wimpy!

Praying the Lord's Prayer has been encouraging. We take it lightly and can become words without meaning.  

We forget the Power & Truth in the Words!  
It's THAT truth that changes our lives.  Not how I feel but who He is.

Our Father who is in Heaven.  Holy is your name.

To speak with the Maker and Creator of heaven and earth in such an intimate way is breathtaking.  

The God of all creation longs to connect with me in a candid and face-to-face talk.  

To open up the most secret and innermost places in my heart to the only one who can know me in that way.  Hmmm.  That is all I need.  

Without reserve.  Without second guessing. 

Father. Thank you for loving me, accepting me and drawing me to you.  

You are in Heaven and in my heart.  

Thank you for your unconditional and eternal love and wanting me.

Thank you that you are Holy, Unchanging, Eternal, All Knowing and All Powerful.

How can I not have value with God as MY Father.


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  1. Julie RobertsJune 7, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    Love the last sentance. How true is that?? Thanks for sharing.

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