Finding My FatherPrimjer

“Hello, it’s __________”. 

That is how my dad has always answered my calls. I would go years without talking to him and then I would get an urge to reach out and he would answer as a stranger. Wow, after all these years he never saved my number! 

When I would introduce myself, I could literally hear the disappointment in his voice. These calls always left me hurt and more confused than ever. I was trying to find my father in this person, this human that my birth certificate shows as my dad. I knew he had to be in there somewhere.

The last few calls made to him were easier. These calls were fueled by compassion and mercy. See, God had been working on my heart. This was more about my healing than about my dad. Jesus was binding up my wounds. He had wrapped them up in a layer of protection. Not only does God want to heal you, but this scripture reference is speaking to mental sorrows and to a troubled spirit. God offers complete healing for not just some of it—but ALL OF IT. This day is short, just like my phone calls. They were necessary for my growth. Today, think about whether there is anyone you need to call. No pressure. Let the spirit lead you.