I am willing to admit my weaknesses to you. For instance, my toddler is sometimes wiser than me. It took a frightening trip to the children’s hospital for me to remember what Luke clearly already understood. It’s all good because my Dad is here.
Please, allow me to explain.
Luke had three scary seizures last Fall – one at home and two smaller ones later at the hospital. He never had a seizure before that day.
After admission to the inpatient neurology unit, Luke amazed us. Happily munching on applesauce and graham crackers at midnight, for example. Radiating pure joy when Allan returned from home with a favorite stuffed animal. Puppy! Sleeping peacefully in an unfamiliar metal hospital crib without a care in the world as a result. Groggily smiling at the nurse who checked his vital signs in the wee hours of the morning.
As a result of that very early morning vitals check, my sweet boy was still awake at 4:00am. He pointed his chubby little toddler finger at Allan asleep on the pull-out cot and grinned, as if to say, “It’s all good because my dad is here!”
Wise (unspoken) words, kid. That became my mantra. My go-to phrase when I didn’t know what else to say. “It’s all good because my Dad is here.”
Who is my Dad?
My Dad goes by several names in the Book all about Him. Some of these are Hebrew. Some are Aramaic. All of them speak to His character and His relationship to us. Here are just some of my favorites.
El Roi (“The God Who Sees“). My Father who sees us praying. Waiting. I actually posted earlier this week about a time He saw me at the grocery store. True story.
Yahweh Shalom (“The Lord Is Peace”). My Dad who replaces our worry with rest. Yep, recently posted a true story about peace in the midst of a raging storm, too.
Yahweh Yireh (“The Lord Will Provide”). My Dad who puts the exact right resource/person/information in our path at the exact right time. Read about the day He literally provided cookies in a very unexpected way. Also a true story.
Abba (“Papa”). My Papa who can be fully trusted. The One who loves us tenderly, knows us personally and cares about all that concerns us. Sparrow in the airport, anyone? Another true story.
Elohim (“God of Power”). My Dad whose strong hands created our world, including unassuming little coffee beans. I am just waiting for the hospital cafeteria to open. Mama Bear needs a big, hot cup of caffeine. Cream. No sugar.
Thanks, Dad. I am so thankful You are here.
Adapted from 10/6/19 Facebook post. Image by Mylene2401 from Pixabay
