What a poignant word that is. We’re told to call God, Abba, which we are also told is similar to the English “Daddy”. A term of endearment; of deep intimacy.
A year ago today, February 14, 2008; my Daddy left the bonds of this earth to dwell eternally with God. I don’t doubt that at all – I understand it deep within my heart & soul. And, because of that truth, I will see Daddy again someday.
Daddy loved my Momma & his four children dearly. He worked hard all his life to care & provide for us. He took us to church and he took us fishing. They both were as much a natural part of who he was as was his ready wit & even temper.
I miss Daddy and my eyes still quickly fill with tears when I write or think about him. I miss talking to him, his hugs, the feel of his rough face against mine. I miss his smile, his laugh, the way he so readily told us he loved us. I miss holding his hand & I miss praying with him. I miss that I can’t pick up the phone & hear his voice. I miss my Daddy.
But I have an Abba, a God who knows my loss, a God who promises me and Mom & my brother and sisters & my wife & my children that we will all be reunited with Daddy and Daddy Ed & Dean one day. And that reunion will be glorious! And with that vision, I can say with the Apostle Paul – “Maranatha” – or “Lord, Come!”