What does it mean to have God as your father? I’d like to take a few posts and start to unpack that.
I’ll start here: God is proud of you.
He’s proud of us.
I have four kids. I love them dearly. Each of them is fully and uniquely human. Each one has made mistakes. And some of those mistakes have been public mistakes.
Sometimes I get a little bit of push back from people about mistakes my kids have made. I’m not going to go into the details, but I’ll tell you, I don’t appreciate it. Not one bit.
I am proud of all four of my kids.
All four.
Without exception.
I have reason to be proud of each of my children. No they’re not perfect. Neither are your kids. But they are wonderful human beings—full of dreams and hopes to make their world a better place. I learn from them—all four of them. I’m a better person because of them. If you got to know them, you would be too.
I sense that God feels the same way about each of His kids. He’s proud, fiercely proud of each one of us. He hates it when His kids are bad mouthed. When Satan the accuser comes along to point out all our faults, God says, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t see the child I see.”
God is proud of us. More next time…
