Wednesday, November 9, 2011


As soon as my father died, I found myself, in my mind, crying out "Daddy!" I appealed to heaven, I appealed to the sky, I cried out to the darkness within. Daddy.

Like a little child, I needed my Daddy. I wanted my Daddy. I longed for my Daddy.

Inside us all, we still know that little child.

And I was reminded that Jesus called out "Abba!" which means, Papa, Daddy.

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