“Father, you are…” my prayer trailed off and I stood for several minutes in complete silence waiting for the right words to come into my mind. They didn’t. Instinctively I started again, “You are…” My emotions washed over my like a wave pushing against the shoreline the moment before it recedes. Countless words crashed chaotically against my mind. I couldn’t make sense of any of them. They were truths, they were descriptions of character, they were memories of faithfulness, and they were beyond my ability to contain.
But then, as they faded one by one I saw the single word encompass all that the mighty King is. While alone in the morning air, with a cloud of breath it came out, “Father, you are…. my father!”
It doesn’t seem to be profound, does it? Yet there, as I stood in the presence of my father, it became so much more. I stand in his holy presence as a son and heir. He is holy, mighty Savior, shaper of galaxies, and commander of armies. He is the definer of morality and the definition of good. He is the origin of love and the maker of beauty. He is truth, judge, punisher, and he gracious pardoner. He is intimately involved in the movement of atoms and the orbit of planets. He is master, conqueror, liberator, and he is without equal.
He is God. And he is my father.