“Am I not your father?"
That was a rhetorical question my dad asked me while trying to take full responsibility for some bills and the fact that I shouldn't be bothering him again for some things.
It depicts too much running through my head and the fact that I will like to carry myself at this point, he has tried for me so far.
The question melted my heart and I felt like crying.
This is my experience with my earthly father and that caught my attention when my heavenly father is calling my attention to his fatherhood dimension.
Baami
My covering
Fountain of living waters
My source and sustainer.
The one who numbers the very hairs of my head.
The lilies grow neither toiling nor spinning.
The one who clothes the grass, which is today in the field, and tomorrow cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe us?
The one who feeds the birds in the air, how much more?
If he is that intentional about the things we are to dominate, how much more are we that were made in his image and likeness?
God is saying, “Am I not your father?
Why underestimate my capacity?
