Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

I’m a daddy.

I know my little girl’s voice.

it’s precious to me because she is precious to me.

When she was a toddler, I understood what she was saying even when other people couldn’t.

She used to say “alliou” to me.

Maybe you don’t recognize that… but I do.

She was saying “I love you.”

Even before she could speak, I knew what her different sounding cries meant (hungry, tired, scared or hurt).

I love my daughter.

I want her to love me too.

She doesn’t have to impress me with eloquence or get my attention through spectacular achievements.

All she has to do is say “Daddy!” and she’s got my attention.

The truth is, even before she says “Daddy,” I’m already paying attention – loving, watching, providing for, caring for, investing in and protecting her.

Now, let’s talk about prayer…

Prayer isn’t about impressing God with eloquence or getting his attention though spectacular achievements… it’s simply talking with your Daddy. And He’s already paying attention – loving, watching, providing for, caring for, investing in and protecting you.

Yes, grace changes how we pray. Because of grace, we are now God’s own kids – we’re his family!

“You can tell for sure that you are now fully adopted as his own children because God sent the Spirit of his Son into our lives crying out, Papa! Father! Doesn’t that privilege of intimate conversation with God make it plain that you are not a slave, but a child? And if you are a child, you’re also an heir, with complete access to the inheritance.” (Galatians 4.6-7 MSG)

He loves you.

He wants you to love him too.

He’s paying attention, he’s listening – he even knows what your different sounding cries mean.

And it totally makes His day when you say, “Daddy! I love you.”