I have a confession to make. While browsing some songs to add to my music collection yesterday, I came across one by Phil King called Daddy, I Love You. I had a sense the Daddy it was speaking of was God, our Father. The word Daddy is so much more intimate than Father, and although I have thought of God as Daddy-God, I couldn’t get myself to buy the song until tonight after hearing a sermon preached by my second son about true peace. I do love my heavenly Father, but to say, “Daddy, I love You,” so intimately and as innocently and genuinely as a child would say it, just seemed… well, somewhat disingenuous.
I have written often about God’s expressions of love toward me and how grateful I am for His love. I know His love is perfect, and mine is imperfect. I know He knows my frame and my weaknesses, and His tender loving kindness is so patient. But I know my own heart, too. I don’t love Him as much as I wish I did. I don’t always do what I know I should. Sometimes I even do what I know I shouldn’t. I don’t always put Him first in my life or reach out my hand to grab His. Sometimes I reach for something or someone else. While it’s true, as the song says, that no one could ever be who He is to me, I don’t always act like that’s true. But I want to. I don’t always give up lesser things to have what is best. But I want to. So as the song says, my prayer is:
Share Your heart and make me wise
Shape my thoughts and form my mind
Make me loving, brave and true
Grow me up to be just like You…