coffee with my Father

I havenโ€™t posted a breakfast psalm in this space for a while. But, I felt prompted to share how todayโ€™s verses in Daily Light expressed the Fatherโ€™s heart so tenderly to me this morning. ๐ŸŒฟ

๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Ž๐˜–๐˜‹ ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.โฃ
๐˜– ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜™๐˜‹, ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ.โฃ
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฑ.โฃ
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง๐˜ง.โฃ
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ.โฃ
๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด.โฃ
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ,โฃ
๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜– ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜™๐˜‹, ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ.โฃ
๐˜š๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ;โฃ
๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ, ๐˜ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ต.โฃ
๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ, ๐˜– ๐˜“๐˜–๐˜™๐˜‹ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜Ž๐˜–๐˜‹,โฃ
๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญโฃ
๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜บ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜•๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.โฃ
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๐†๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ”:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘ โ€ข ๐๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ—:๐Ÿ-๐Ÿ’ โ€ข ๐๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ”:๐Ÿ๐Ÿ

When I read these words, I feel so grateful for my heavenly Father, who knows me so intimately – better than anyone else ever will, even myself! 

He knows.  He understands.  He has a pulse on every part of my being, every moment of my days.  He never misses one thought, one question, one need, one decision, one fear, one joy, one glance back, or one brave step forward.  He is with me โ€“ always!

It is a tender moment to feel my heart swell at these thoughts of GOD as my Father, to know these truths from personal experience!  

. . .

Just a few months ago, I felt a growing desire to find more consistent time to spend with Him, to sit at my writing desk, prayer journaling at the computer (it is easier for me to focus when I type my thoughts, then sit still to listen for how He might respond).   

Inspired by a wonderful Instagram account I โ€œhappened uponโ€, called โ€œcoffee with my Fatherโ€, it occurred to me that I could combine this prayer time with my daily cup of coffee. 

My favorite mug is filled with all kinds of interesting things โ€“ decaf espresso, whole cream, coconut oil, dark cocoa powder and stevia, cinnamon, and pink salt.  I savor every sip of this crazy concoction, so I rarely, if ever miss my cup of salted cinnamon butter mocha!  It made perfect sense to combine these two sweet spots in my day. 

It was so precious to me that the posts from โ€œcoffee with my Fatherโ€ drew my heart to Him as a Father.  You see, over the past year or so, I have felt closer to the LORD as my Savior, closer to JESUS, than to the Father. 

I had rightfully been treasuring so many thoughts of the LORD JESUS from a year-long study of Johnโ€™s gospel with BSF, so beautifully complimented by a separate study of the I AM statements in the same account.  I never stopped feeling grateful for my heavenly Father;  I just hadnโ€™t felt nearness to Him as a daughter, or the ability to fully appreciate Him as my Father

I couldnโ€™t exactly say why, so this question had been playing on my mind.  As random as it may seem, I believe His Spirit used my discovery of that Instagram account to draw me into quiet, unhurried conversation with my Father, to deepen that connection and help me to truly see Him as a Father.  

. . .

About that same time, I was pumping my way through a workout on the elliptical at the gym one day with these same thoughts and questions spinning in my headโ€ฆ  He is Almighty GOD โ€“ do I not feel as near to Him because of reverence for Him as almighty, sovereign GOD?  And then, a new train of thought started to emergeโ€ฆ maybe He is trying to help me understand exactly that –  my Father is almighty GOD! (how incredible is that? how safe is that? how immense is that?). 

Seemingly dawning on me in a fresh new way, I thought, โ€œAlmighty GOD is my Father! I can run and bury my head into His embrace and find my safe place there!  He is my Father; I can turn to Him for help with anything! Nothing is beyond His reach, His power, His wisdom, or His grace.โ€  

I had just been prayer journalling that very morning, asking for the ability to truly hand over anything that is weighing on me โ€“ into His hands, to leave it there, knowing that there is no better Father, no more capable Father, no more caring and loving and wise Father who can take care of it all.  

I could imagine Him saying to me, โ€œI can take these concerns off your shoulders.  You can just rest because you are in the best place you can be – in My care.  Itโ€™s OK to be a needy child, to not have it all figured out.โ€  

This train of thought continued to growโ€ฆ when He says that Heโ€™s with me (which is often what He speaks to my heart, โ€œI am with you.  I am with you!  Go in courage.  Go in peace.  Go in confidence.โ€), I can begin to imagine the three Persons of the Trinity surrounding me wherever I go. 

I can take these thoughts of the Father with me.  I can imagine His Son saying, โ€œI am the One who has been showing You the Fatherโ€™s heart the whole time.  Iโ€™ve been the One that is helping you see that yes, He is almighty GOD, but you donโ€™t need to shrink back.  Because of what Iโ€™ve done, He is approachable.  I am taking you by the hand to lead you Home to the Father.โ€  And then, to imagine the Spirit as an invisible breath, like the force of a gentle breeze, ushering me along, touching my heart, getting my attention, reminding me of truth, and nudging me closer and closer to the Father.  

So many beautiful thoughts touched me that morning, leaving me overwhelmed with gratitude!   I realized this had been my prayer, that I not be so consumed or paralyzed by challenges or aching in my heart that I wouldnโ€™t be free to be captivated by Who He is and who I am to Him. 

I realized, with awe, that He had taken me to a place of new understanding.  Even though, at the time, I was knee-deep in a swirl of concerns on my mind and heart, with a long to-do list pressing in from every side, He was able to get my attention, to claim that space and time to remind me, His beloved daughter, that it would all be OK. 

. . .

Coffee with my Father has truly become the sweetest spot in my day – a wonderful time to pause all other flurry of activity and turn my attention to prayer dialogue with Him.

When I remember how capable He is and how He compels me to bring anything and everything to Him, I hold nothing back. He knows already, but He longs for me to sort through it all with His help. He speaks His love and truth into my heart and I come away steadied and basking in His tender care for me.

He knows.  He understands.  He has a pulse on every part of my being, every moment of my days.  He never misses one thought, one question, one need, one decision, one fear, one joy, one glance back, or one brave step forward.  He is with me โ€“ always! 

Our GOD is a good, good Father.  What an indescribable gift to recognize His unfailing love for me as His daughter. 

I praise Him with all my heart!

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