I am God's Daughter

Our Father . . .

“Pray, then, in this way: “Our Father who is in heaven, Hallowed be Your name.” ~Matt. 6:9, NASB

I call my dad ‘dad.’ Not ‘Greg.’ Not ‘Mr.’ Not even ‘sir,’ (but that may be because we didn’t grow up military). He’s my dad—and that name designates a special relationship between us. It means that we are related—that he has claimed me as his child. It means that I can approach him with questions and needs and joys and sorrows in a way that I can’t or don’t approach anyone else. No one can replace him, and I won’t ever call anyone else ‘dad.’

Isn’t it interesting that when Jesus taught his disciples how to pray, he began with the following: ‘Our Father . . .”? Of all the titles that could rightfully be assigned to God – ‘Master,’ ‘Creator,’ ‘King’ –Jesus instructed us to use ‘Father.’ So revealing, isn’t it? When the writer of Hebrews penned the words “let us draw near with confidence to the throne of grace,” I can’t help but wonder if part of his mind reflected on Christ’s lesson in prayer. Jesus says with the opening of the Lord’s Prayer, “you have a Father. He loves you. He knows you. And He is good. Approach Him—with honor, yes—but with the knowledge that He has claimed you as His child. So address Him as your Father.”

What an amazing privilege! I can go before the God of the Universe and call Him ‘Father.’ He has bestowed upon me that right because He made me His child.