I was riding home from work a couple days ago and I saw a little boy and his father packing a truck to go fishing. The boy hung close to his dad, following him wherever he went. To a little boy, his father is his world. It’s life-giving and life-fulfilling simply to be with him, doing what he does.
Time, distance, death, or the human condition will eventually separate us all to some degree from the fathers who raised us. But the primal desire to be known and affirmed by a father never dies.
Whenever and however I relate to God my Father, I receive the love I require from a father. The little boy at my core receives what he will always need. I am known and affirmed in his presence. I want to hang close, to follow him wherever he goes. It’s life-giving and life-fulfilling simply to be with him, doing what he does.