Good morning, peeps!
“Ye have heard that it hath been said, Thou shalt love thy neighbour, and hate thine enemy. But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.” – Matthew 5:43-45
“Pray for your father” was my second thought this morning. The first thought was “Ugh. It’s only 2 o’clock!!” I hesitated to begin my prayer because I didn’t know the words to pray. Then the song “Dance With My Father” by Luther Vandross played in my head. Yeah. Um, God? So…that ain’t helping.
I cannot remember a time when my dad wasn’t mean and I DEFINITELY cannot remember ever dancing with him. Oh wait, I can: it was a dance I did on my tippy toes. I tiptoed around on eggshells my entire childhood, twirling around that ticking time bomb hoping that I wouldn’t upset him because his wrath was the stuff legends are made of. Now tell me again why You want me to pray for him?? I dug down deep and tried my best to remember the good. As I prayed and thanked God for the things my father instilled in me – a strong work ethic, integrity for the Word, a love for serving, prayer, and giving – I felt a weird ache. I wished that I had been asked for a regular ol’ stand-on-top-of-his-shoes father/daughter dance. Oh great. So now I’m crying about that?? Ugh. I thought, “Surely this isn’t why You told me to pray for him, just so I could be over here snottin’ and carrying on.”
You know the saying “you don’t miss what you never had”? Lies. Some of us are unknowingly walking around here looking like chunks of Swiss cheese because what we’ve missed in life is affecting the way we live and interact in this world, even the way we interact with God. There is an emotional correlation between our earthly and heavenly fathers. The lack of or bad experiences with our Pops tends to mar our view of God. God helped me see that my tip-toe dance around my father – which, by the way, wasn’t very good – has been causing me to tip-toe around Him. It’s made me fearful of Him and He doesn’t want that.
He wants to dance with me.
How many of you are tiptoeing around God? You don’t have to. If you dig deep, you may find holes where stuff is missing. God is ready and willing to fill every single one, no matter the size or depth. Today, He is inviting you to dance FREELY in His presence, as his child. Stand on His feet. Wrap your arms around Him and move as He moves. I bet you are picturing that right now. Have a great day.