Growing up I didn’t have my dad. He and my mom separated when I was about three. The faint memories I have of my dad include a tender, loving man. I remember he used to take my sister and me to a cute, little store—there, he bought us Carlos Quinto Chocolate, to this day it remains my favorite chocolate. After purchasing our favorite treats, he would take us to the train tracks by a valley of evergreen hills. There we waited for the train to come. I remember feeling excited and very happy. My dad held me in his right arm and my sister in his left. He was tall and handsome, he held us up high so we could see the train as it rushed by. He would say,”Choo Choo, look the train is coming.” We repeated choo choo together until the train was gone. He took us there, until the day in which we where taken away from him. I have not seen my dad since.
I grew up thinking about my dad. I often remembered the train tracks, the beautiful valley, and the rushing noises of the train. I remembered the sweet, delicious smell of Carlos Quinto and I remembered most of all my dad’s tender touch, his tender presence. After a while I decided not to think about him anyone. He became a far off memory each year that passed by. I made a promise to myself—I did not need him.
Some years later my mom entered a relationship with a man, I was about five years old. He molested me. I also witnessed intimate partner violence. During my adolescent years I abused drugs and alcohol to paralyze every painful feeling I recalled; but I began to desire a father figure. I wanted to feel protect. I desperately wanted one hug; an amazing hug that would take all the suffering away.
My dear Abba (my beautiful daddy) came to my rescue. He became everything I always longed for. My dear Abba wrapped me in His arms, and took all the pain away. Just like that, in His presence, in His arms.
The tenderness that I once knew, was recovered in my Father Christ Jesus. He is my Father, the one who will never leave me nor forsake me. He will never allow anyone to take me away from Him. He will come and die for me again if necessary, just to keep me wrapped in love.
My Father is Jesus, the one who gives me grace, the one who forgives me one mistake after another. He corrects me when I’m wrong. He is the one who cares to see me happy. The one who embraces me in front of those who dislike me.
My Father Christ shares His thoughts with me. He whispers words of love and much, much veneration. I am His daughter, the one He calls, “My Precious One”. He calls me by name. He knows every strand of hair on my head. He knows when I sit and when I stand. He knows my needs and my dislikes. He understands me better than anyone.
My dear Abba is my darling, my amazing one, my protector and guidance. Jesus is my Father.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY ABBA!
I will try to honor you always, by obeying you even when it hurts.
Nahum 1:7 says, “the Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in him.”
1 Peter 5:7 says, “cast all of your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”
‘[Add Your Name Here], pray to me, and I will answer you. I will tell you important secrets. You have never heard these things before.’ Jeremiah 33:3
Although my father and my mother have forsaken me, yet the Lord will take me up [adopt me as His child]. Psalms. 27:10
Jesus cares about you!