Daddy’s Girl

 

-Last week my daughter Jessie called me while I was working in Miles City and asked: “Do you feel like being real nice to me?” “What do you need? I asked. “Can I borrow your truck tomorrow? Mine is broke down and I need to go to Billings to babysit for Cally (Her sister) dadand it’s supposed to be really hot again and the air conditioner in the car is not working.”

What do you suppose I said? Yes, you can use my truck, just tell Mom, she knows where the keys are.

I was thinking about this later, how she asked: Do you feel like being real nice to me? I thought, I always feel like being nice to her, how could I not? She is my daughter and I love her, as I do all my girls. But she called me and asked, she explained why and because I know her well, I knew she would take care of it, respect it and appreciate it. She knows I will always want to help her but she respects and fosters that relationship by bring considerate enough to ask, without fear and without a snarky attitude of assumption.

Our Father is the same way— he always feels like being real nice to us but we don’t always make it easy. Sometime we just presume on his goodness, take advantage of and disrespect him. Our prayers are more like demands than requests and when we do get the truck we don’t appreciate it, “Yeah, whatever, can’t you get a newer truck for me to drive?”

God wants to bless you, to trust you, he just asks that we be holy, be repentant when we mess up and come to him for help and renewal.

As much as I love my daughters I never let them get away with being disrespectful to me or their mother or ungrateful for what they have and what they are given. That’s the way we raised them.

That’s the way your Father is trying to raise you. God loves you too much to let you get away with anything less than being the best you can be. But if he knows you are honestly trying, he will bless you.

My wife Donna told Jessie’s fiancé before they got married: “You’re marrying a girl who is used to getting what she wants.” She was referring to my reluctance to say no to her. Yet all of you who know her know that she is not spoiled, none of our girls were or are, just loved. Daddy’s girlswe can all be daddy’s girls or favored sons of the King, if we just strive to be in our Father’s will, to be disciples of the Christ.

Never fear to come into the holy of holies, be cleansed by the blood of the lamb, accept your place as a child of God, a child who now can come to the Father at will and receive your commission, discover the plan he has for you, not because you deserve it but because you said yes!  Yes, Lord, here am I -send me!

Reminds me of an amazing story in the book of Isiaiah

1 In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple. 2 Above him were seraphs, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. 3 And they were calling to one another:
“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory.”

    4 At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.

    5 “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the LORD Almighty.”

    6 Then one of the seraphs flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7 With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.”   

  8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”   Isaiah 6

Isaiah thought: “That’s it, I’m toast- I’m a dirty rotten sinner and I live amongst a bunch of dirty rotten sinners.”

I have to wonder what would have happened if he had not responded the way he did, if he had not been repentant. I don’t really know but I suspect he may have just had a great “Mountain top” experience with the Lord and then went on his merry way without the commission he received or at least without the anointing and the power and the holiness to complete it.

I think he would have lived, after all he was invited into the Lord’s presence, he didn’t just barge in.  But he did not presume upon the Lord’s grace.  He didn’t tell himself, “Wow, aren’t I cool, I get to hang with God for a while”.  This may sound preposterous but that is exactly what many of us do.

God is not just a casual buddy.  Jesus calls us friends but he is a friend who is worthy of respect and honor and a friend who has purchased our adoption into his Father’s family. It’s an acceptance in spite of us, one we can count on because of a blood covenant through Jesus Christ. As Paul would write; “You are not your own, you were bought with a price.”   (1 Cor 6)

God is our Father, not just another buddy, and our access to his throne was bought with a heavy price. We can rest knowing we will always have access but we cannot ever forget the price and get flippant about it.  If we do we will miss out, if we get too casual about our response to God we may even become hard and rebellious.  Your Daddy loves you, he just asks for respect- and he loves to hear your voice.

At the end of that phone call in Miles City I said to Jessie; “Love you, thanks for calling.” I then thought; that was weird, she called for a favor and I thanked her for calling? I then realized I just loved hearing her voice, and a thank you was a natural response, Daddy’s girl indeed.

Talk to your Father, without fear and with respect.

let us approach with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.”  Heb 10:22

 

 

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