Stephanie Pace

I Need My Daddy.

As I sat at the dinner table tonight I watched as my husband held and fed our almost two year old.  Her face was feverishly flushed and her eyes red-rimmed and instead of saying, “I do it myself,” she was saying, “feed her  Daddy.  Hold ‘er Daddy.”  It made me think of how often in our daily struggles to “do it self” we forget to sit in our Heavenly Father’s lap, lean back and say, “feed me.”  We think that we are the ones in control and that we can handle anything coming our way and it is often only the sickness of our sinfulness that brings us to our Father’s lap and makes us ask for His help.  To often we blame God or those around us for our own problems and fail to accept our own role in the consequences of our sins. I so often stew and worry about things that I can’t control and don’t have to.  A counselor once told me I didn’t need to try to be the CEO of the universe.  That job was already filled.

It is as simple as 1 Peter 5:7 “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” Man, ain’t it great?  My Daddy cares so much for me that He will carry all my burdens, my fears, my questions, my anxiety, my guilt, my shame, and most of all my sin.  I don’t have to carry those things myself all I have to do is sit in His lap and say, “Feed me Daddy.  Hold me Daddy.” I don’t know about you, but I need my Daddy so much.