Father’s Day hasn’t always been an enjoyable experience for me. My parents divorced when I was 8 years old. Before they separated I was “Daddy’s Little Girl,” but after the divorce my time with my father was limited. That, and the addition of a new stepmother and step-siblings, changed everything.
Late into my 30s, an excellent Christian counselor helped me discover that I blamed myself for my parent’s divorce. Those wounds to my young soul formed a self-hatred and a distorted view of God. For more than ten years after I gave my heart to Christ, I didn’t really believe God loved me. This lie manifested into a continuous state of attempting to perform for Him. I’d take three steps forward and two steps back. In my heart I felt He saved my soul because that’s what God does for a living. It’s His job description. But does he like me? No way. Why would he? What is there to like?
Fortunately, my Heavenly Papa loves me too much to leave me wallowing in lies. He exposed the villain that stood between us --fear. Fear of trusting others, fear of abandonment, and fear of rejection were keeping me from his lavish love. I had to decide. Would I abandon myself and leap into His embrace? Or would I settle for the frigid slap that performance offered? It all boiled down to trust. My soul knew this was the turning point in my voyage with God.
Through a long, painful process, God revealed his deep desire for me to climb onto His lap, place my head against His chest, and listen to His heartbeat. He wanted me to know the comforting, steady rhythm that whispered, “I love you, Laura. I cherish you. You are precious to me. I will never abandon you.” At last I knew—I am loved. I don’t understand how or why he loves me. He knows every flaw and foolish choice I make, and yet He never leaves me.
I loved my earthly Father, and many of the gifts I have came from him. This will be my first Father’s Day since his death, and it feels strange. However, it’s my Heavenly Daddy who fills me with joy. He is the one who replaced the emptiness and shame in my life with the truth that I am the Beloved. His relentless love broke through my wall of fear and taught me how to breathe in the abundant life Jesus promises. He assures my mind and soul that I truly am “Daddy’s Little Girl.”
A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.” (Psalm 68:5 NIV).
How About You?
- What does Father’s Day mean to you? Is it a good day or does it stir painful memories?
- Have you ever considered that your view of God may have been affected by the relationship with your earthly father?
- If you have childhood wounds, what steps might be necessary to heal a distorted view of God?
- This Father’s Day make sure you take time to jump into your Heavenly Papa’s lap, listen for his heartbeat and snuggle. He’s anxiously waiting.
