There is a game that Matt plays with Laura every night that he’s home when she’s going to sleep. She sits on my lap and as he turns to leave her room she calls out, “Daddy!” He will come running back over and give her a kiss and say “Goodnight! Jesus loves you.” They will go back and forth about five times before he finally leaves the room. She just giggles with happiness and love for her daddy. And I’d venture to say that these few moments are some of Matt’s most precious, favorite times. No lie, almost every night I get tears in my eyes as I watch this show of pure love and affection.
Laura has this amazing love and trust in her Daddy. Already at just 18 months old, she knows that he is her safe place, her little clown, and her protector. While I hold my breath sometimes at the games he invents with her thinking surely this will end in a broken limb, she trust him completely. Just like I have my little games and secret jokes, Matt and Laura have their own little routines and games.
Since we are so blessed to have Matt working from home, Laura gets to see him for brief moments throughout the day. She’s just recently started to go to the bedroom doorknob and try turning it to get to Matt while he works. She goes up to the door and says, “Daddy” whenever she hears any noise coming from the office area. She just adores her time with him. Again, I’m almost 100% positive that Matt loves these times just as much, or maybe even more.
In the moments after their little goodnight game I sing to Laura and rock her for a while. I find myself reflecting on how much love Laura has for her Daddy and he for her. Many times my mind wanders and I think about how God, our heavenly Father, must love the times when we remember call to him. Through the work of His Son, Jesus, we are His sons and daughters. We get to call the Almighty Creator our Dad. Galatians 4:4-7 But when the set time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those under the law, that we might receive adoption to sonship. Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who calls out, “Abba, Father.” So you are no longer a slave, but God’s child; and since you are his child, God has made you also an heir.
As a now redeemed child of God I know I can talk to Him whenever I want. I can have time with Him by simply seeking Him. When I am scared, hurt, or in need, I find it easy to call out to my Father in heaven. Prayer flows quickly when I an falling and need help. But when things are well and I don’t have any major hardships to endure, I don’t find myself calling out for my Father all the often. I wish I were more like Laura is with Matt when it comes to craving my heavenly Father’s love, to delight in reading His Word. I want to be filled with pure desire and joy at the thought of hearing God talk to me through His Word.
One of the most amazing things about God’s love for me is that it never waivers, is unconditional, and doesn’t depend one ounce on my efforts towards Him. He will love me regardless of how often I remember to pray. He will love me even when I’d be considered unlovable by others. One of my favorite old hymns, “Children of the Heavenly Father,” says it so sweetly:
Children of the heavenly Father
Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given.
God His own doth tend and nourish,
In His holy courts they flourish;
From all evil things He spares them,
In His mighty arms He bears them.
Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.
Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.
Lyrics: Karolina Wilhelmina Sandell-Berg