I get to go to my dad's house for supper and a visit!
Doesn't excite you?
I'm not "excited" either but, I always love being with my dad; there is something comforted, soothing and safe about him being around - even amidst chaos, upheval and brokeness like when he reaced over here the morning Rush left and just held me in his arms.
It has made me think, how much more safe I feel in the presence of my heavenly father (sound too churchy?) The Bible even states in Luke 11 about our fathers not giving us a stone when we ask for bread so how much more will our heavenly father give?
All the comfort and safety I feel in my dad's presence is NOTHING compared to how safe I feel in God's presence - of how safe I should be - because the moment I am in a place of hurt and fear, what do I do? I run to my dad, to the natural, instead of running to God.
So, tonight I am going to go to my dad's house and I am going to feel safe and secure and loved and I am going to know that there is a deeper level of that safety. I felt it last night during worship at our church - God's presence was so strong that I was lost in Him, completely and utterly lost. The majority of the congregation was in a place that is indescribable. There was a strength in His presence that I can not begin to explain. I felt things being ripped out of me that I thought were gone, hurts that I thought I had dealt with. It was so freeing, so safe, so completely wonderful. I only hope that more people could feel what I felt...
Now, to get ready to go see my dad....