And....I love you
“Since you are precious in My sight, Since you are honored and I love you, I will give other men in your place and other peoples in exchange for your life.”
Isaiah 43:4 NASB1995
When I read these words from the Holy Father of grace, it stops me. I have to pause and maybe slightly take it in again and again, like a painless sliver making its way further in the skin.
To be told I'm precious by God, to see the words written, I love you, I have to pause and ponder these wondrous wonderful truths.
I remember the first time my dad told me he loved me.
I don't remember my dad before I was the age of 18 telling me he loved me or that I was precious to him.
I'm not sure if he was told that by his parents. I will have to ask him. My dad was leaving for work one day and I was down in my room. I think I was 18. I heard him say he was leaving and then he said he loved me.
I was stunned but answered back that I loved him too.
I know so many people never hear those words from their parents. My dad is 89 and lives in Northern Cali.
He sends me birthday cards and they have been more loving over the years, it brings tears to my eyes everytime I think about it. He doesn't say a lot in them but it is enough for me.
He was diagnosed with cancer before Thanksgiving of last year and has been having chemotherapy treatments.
I'm grateful to God for my dad. I'm grateful my older sister and I share the same faith and we tell him we are praying for him.
I love You too my gracious precious Holy Father of life.
I pray my dad would really see You beside him, that he would really lean on You for strength and healing, for grace and peace to be upon him in this very hour. Your mercy Lord Jesus, Your love poured forth.
How can I love my dad more Jesus, show me and I will do it.
When I read these words from the Holy Father of grace, it stops me. I have to pause and maybe slightly take it in again and again, like a painless sliver making its way further in the skin.
To be told I'm precious by God, to see the words written, I love you, I have to pause and ponder these wondrous wonderful truths.
I remember the first time my dad told me he loved me.
I don't remember my dad before I was the age of 18 telling me he loved me or that I was precious to him.
I'm not sure if he was told that by his parents. I will have to ask him. My dad was leaving for work one day and I was down in my room. I think I was 18. I heard him say he was leaving and then he said he loved me.
I was stunned but answered back that I loved him too.
I know so many people never hear those words from their parents. My dad is 89 and lives in Northern Cali.
He sends me birthday cards and they have been more loving over the years, it brings tears to my eyes everytime I think about it. He doesn't say a lot in them but it is enough for me.
He was diagnosed with cancer before Thanksgiving of last year and has been having chemotherapy treatments.
I'm grateful to God for my dad. I'm grateful my older sister and I share the same faith and we tell him we are praying for him.
I love You too my gracious precious Holy Father of life.
I pray my dad would really see You beside him, that he would really lean on You for strength and healing, for grace and peace to be upon him in this very hour. Your mercy Lord Jesus, Your love poured forth.
How can I love my dad more Jesus, show me and I will do it.
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