“Father’s Day” by Bootsie Moore
by Bootsie Moore
This Sunday is Father’s Day. Reflecting on the day when my husband and I went to the Children’s Home Society to meet our daughter for the first time brings tears to my eyes. As we stood by the crib and gazed at her with full hearts my husband said, “Hey baby this is your daddy.” Oh how my heart swells with joy every time I think of that day.
My heavenly Father knew me as I was being formed in my mother’s womb never taking His eyes off me from the moment of conception. Surely He also said “Hey baby this is your Abba.” It took me 33 years to realize He is truly my Abba. When I look back I can see during those 33 years, although I was not aware of it, He kept me in the palm of His hands. How grateful I am that the Father’s love has lead, guided, and comforted me all these years. Thank you that now I have ears to hear those words and rejoice that I am His chosen daughter. There was great expense in our adopting our daughter. Jesus gave His life to choose me. There are no words to express how grateful I am to be His chosen child.
But when the fullness of the time came, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the Law so that He might redeem those who were under the Law, that we might receive the adoption as sons. Because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into our hearts, crying, “Abba! Father!” Therefore you are no longer a slave but a son; and if a son, then an heir through God. (Galatians 4:4-7)
About the Author ~ Bootsie Moore
A lover of Jesus and one blessed by God to take a thought and use it to share Jesus in a very practical and simple way. I give Him all the glory for all He has done in my life.
This post was originally posted on Bootsie’s blog, Bootsie Tidbits, About Tidbits:
A vivid childhood memory is one in which I am sitting on the front porch steps cherishing new paper and pencils in anticipation of the first day of school. Blank paper, fresh unsharpened pencils with erasers in pristine condition were treasures. The only trouble with this picture is the paper would be untouched or if touched, childish stick people would emerge. My heart desire was to put something lovely on the paper. A lovely flower bouquet or maybe a landscape might be drawn. This dream never came true as a child. As an adult I took a watercolor class and the only good thing the teacher could say about my painting was that the yellow was beautiful. Of course it was because it came straight off the palette. Drawing class was a bit more rewarding as I was able to copy a pencil drawing with a modicum degree of success. I will admit though at one point I submitted a greeting card to The Rubber Stamper magazine and it was published! Several years later I realized after writing numerous “Tidbits” that God had fulfilled my dream to create on paper a work of art, but with words. Word pictures to bring God’s truths so that someone might be encouraged by them.
When I look back and see the little girl sitting on the porch steps treasuring her pencils and paper I see God’s hand on her desire to create something beautiful on paper. Thank you Lord for the beauty of words. Words that can paint a picture to show the magnificence of Jesus.
May “Tidbits” bless you who read them as much as they have blessed me in the ability to share His truths by the written word. To God be the glory for all He has done.