Galatians 4:6

"And because you are sons, God has sent forth the Spirit of His Son into your hearts, crying out, 'Abba, Father!'"

I've always loved this verse. It's so sweet. In the recent theme of God teaching me more about my sonship, it's the perfect cherry on top of that heaping dollop of white whipped cream.

"Daddy!" That's who God is to me. Yes He's holy, yes He's righteous, yes He's omnipotent, yes He's on His throne, but He's still my Daddy. There's something so tender about that. "Thank you, Paul, for penning these words for me!" And what's even more remarkable about all of this is that God promised me, and followed through on that promise, His Spirit. If I'm correctly reading the grammar in this verse, it's His Spirit that's crying out on my behalf the salutation, 'Daddy' (i.e., Abba). Apart from the living, indwelling and active role of the Spirit within my soul, I wouldn't be able to refer to my Father as my Daddy. And for all those who do not possess faith in Jesus Christ, God is not known as their Daddy; He remains unapproachable with an enormous chasm dividing the two of them, carved by the raging rivers of sin. But for me, and others like me who have received by grace the Spirit of Truth, the chasm is bridged with a freeway that gives me direct access to Him; there are no off-ramps or diversions. Who am I to have been given directions and access onto that one-way on-ramp?

So what do I want to tell my Daddy today (because I can tell Him anything)? The same thing my little Willow-tree said to me this morning as I headed off to work, kissed her and blew a "good-bye" to her, "A hug too, Dadda", she said in her slurred speech. I picked her up, held her, and she gently tapped her right hand on my left shoulder as her head softly rested there. "A hug too, Daddy. Hold me today ever close to You and don't let me go. I lay limp in Your arms knowing I will not be dropped. There's no place more secure."'