Fatherhood changes everything.
Everything.
It changes your schedule, changes your temperament, changes the smell of your house & the arrangement of furniture. It changes how you act, what you watch on TV, where you go.
It changes your perspective on God. If you’re like me, you have maybe a more-than-healthy dose of fear of God. I saw way too many of those Heaven/Hell dramas as a kid, and it freaked me out. Big-time.
I still know enough about God to know that I am to have a respect for Him and His holiness. But I now understand a little bit more of the “father” part of the whole Heavenly Father title.
One of the biggest ways I’ve come closer to understanding my relationship with God is when I come home late. I quietly tiptoe into Breah’s room and peek into her crib, and just watch her breathe as she sleeps.
I know, I know, your typical sappy movie line. But it’s completely true!
It makes me smile to realize that my Father does not exist far away, but watches me up close. And since He’s an awesome multi-tasker and can balance the entire world and yet listen to a small prayer, I know that He comes close…and just watches us breathe as we sleep.
Sometimes when I watch my daughter sleep, I can’t wait until the morning when she wakes up and sees me. With little children, the look they give is like they’ve just seen you for the first time all over again!
I bet our Dad can’t wait until we finally awake from this slumber that we call ‘life’ and see His face.
I can’t wait.
