Help me Daddy

Quiet, finally quiet. The days events pulled at my heart and the tension wound up my shoulders into virtually rocks of muscle. The steady steam of hot water pounded against my neck and drowned out all noise in my head. For the first time I found a shred of peace that allowed me to reflect on the days events. Where am I going to find the money to pay our bills, I thought. Where Lord, where? All my plans have failed, where would the money come from. I thought of how I should be quiet and wait upon the Lord. The only problem, I thought, is that I had been quiet and waited on the Lord but the bill is still due tomorrow and there are no prospects that are in sight. I pounded my fist against the side of the shower and continued to struggle in silence. From my mouth I finally muttered, Daddy, oh Daddy, please help me, please help me. Tears mixed with the water that cascaded down my face and I pleaded with my Father. Like a small child pleads for attention I went to the throne of God and reached upward.

Why share this with you? I'm sure many of you have been in this place. Totally vulnerable, totally in need, and "feeling" totally forgotten by God. I know personally, this is a place that I frequent. When I am in this place I am given a choice of two actions.

1. I can feel sorry for myself and climb into seclusion.
2. I can remember Romans 8:15 and cry out to God.

I choose the latter. Romans 8:15 states, "For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.'" By this simple verse I know two things that I want to pass on to you.

1. God does not want me to be a slave to fear (aka worry, apprehension, stress, etc)
2. I am considered a son of God and by that I can cry out Abba (or Daddy).

When I think of calling God, Daddy, images of when I was a child come to mind. Those nights when I would have a nightmare and scream out Daddy. Minutes later my father would come into my room and comfort me. Now as a father I sit on the other side of the looking glass. When my daughter screams out Daddy in the night I am immediately stirred from my sleep and run through the house to get to her. When I arrive at her bedside she reached for me and buries herself in my arms. As she weeps in my arms I calm her with gentle words of assurance that I am there and will protect her. In this way I believe through my tears God runs to us and wraps His arms around us. Through His Word he comforts us and shows us how He will take care of us. In short, our Daddy loves us and will always be there for us.