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Audio Abba Father Chapter 7 click here Abba Father by Bobbie Powers © 2009 CHAPTER 7 ABBA FATHER WANTS ME HAPPY AND FULFILLED "Yea, happy is that people, whose God is the Lord." Psalm 144:15
I remember watching as my son opened Christmas presents that he had specifically requested. I recall the joy on his face as everything else was forgotten while he held "his treasure" in his hand. He had exactly what he asked for – color, size, name brand, etc.
HIS REQUEST HAD BEEN EXACTLY FULFILLED, AND I REJOICED WITH HIM. JUST LIKE ABBA FATHER.
There was no compromising on the gift. I remember searching and calling stores until the specifications were met. It was to be exact. When the item was finally located I remember giving my name and asking the store clerk to please keep the item for me until I could get there to pick it up. Then I remember traveling to the store as soon as I could possibly get there. It seemed I could not get there fast enough. The minutes seemed like hours.
THEN AS I PAID FOR THE ITEM AND IT WAS PLACED IN MY HAND, THE JOY OF HAVING THE "EXACT" GIFT FOR MY SON BROUGHT A DEEP CONTENTMENT AND JOY TO MY HEART AS A PARENT. JUST LIKE ABBA FATHER.
I always wanted my son to have the best of everything. However, there were times when my son did not understand the value of a certain gift. For example, I remember the first time my son bought a pair of shoes on his own. He was so proud of his accomplishment. He picked a pair of stylish black shoes that felt good on his feet. They looked nice, they were the correct size, and the low price made just the "perfect" combination for a sale. It was only after a few times of wearing them that he began to realize why the price was so low – the shoes were "vinyl". As he dumped my baking soda in his shoes to help eliminate the odors he learned the value of leather. My son began to realize that there was a reason that I, as a parent, preferred leather and paid more to make sure he had "leather" shoes.
AS A PARENT, I RECOGNIZED THE "TRUE VALUE" OF A GIFT AND WANTED MY SON NOT TO SETTLE FOR "SECOND BEST". JUST LIKE ABBA FATHER.
As my son grew older and began to look at career choices – colleges and universities began to take an interest in him. He had excellent grades and various schools began to send information about scholarships, degree programs, etc. My son, at one point, had a stack of various college catalogs that seemed to extend halfway up the wall in his bedroom. These catalogs came from places as far away as Alaska and Europe. It seemed each day he was excited over some new place to go to school or some different study course offered. As a parent, it was my responsibility to "guide" him through all this "excitement" and help him find the place that was "best" for him – the place of quietness, stability, and security--- where he would be happy and fulfilled in God’s plan.
AS A PARENT, I WAS ACTING LIKE AN ANCHOR ON A SHIP, SO THE SHIP DID NOT GET CARRIED OFF COURSE BY THE VAST OCEAN CURRENTS AROUND IT. JUST LIKE ABBA FATHER.
The quiet guidelines may have caused my son to feel "boxed in" for a time, but he soon discovered that those guidelines allowed him to walk out "free" into the perfect plan God had for his life. It was during these "boxed in" times that my son answered God’s call to be a "pastor" and found the joy of knowing where he belongs in God’s will.
OTHERS HAVE COMMENTED TO ME ON HOW SETTLED AND HAPPY MY SON IS, AND I AS A PARENT JUST SMILE AND REMEMBER THE COST. JUST LIKE ABBA FATHER.
PRAYER Dear Abba Father, Thank You for being my anchor. Without Your steadfastness my life would be "off course". Without Your guidance I so easily make wrong decisions that bring damage to my life. Thank You for being the shield that protects my life from destruction. Thank You that you care enough to "box me in" at times because You want me to be free. Thank You most of all for taking Your time to plan my future--- even before I was born. I am to be conformed to the image of Jesus Christ. What a privilege! Thank You in Jesus' Name. I love you. Your child.
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