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Cry, “Abba, Father”

Cry, “Abba, Father”

The word floated down the hall. A single word, spoken so soft and sweetly.

“Mama.” One word that always melts my heart. One word that always draws me near.

When Rachel voices it, it doesn’t matter what else I’m doing. My attention is arrested, drawn to her precious little face.

On this eve as I rush to check the “to dos” off my list, she reaches out, calling my name, the only name she’s ever used for me: “Mama.” It squeezes through her bedroom door.

She knows I’m there, and more importantly, she knows I will come.

How can I not? She is my daughter, one I love. And she’s called my name.

The Father Hears

The power of her call startles me. It sinks deep into my heart and pulls me to her, making me attune to her needs and desires.

Even more startling is we see the same response in God our Father. When we utter the name of the Lord, His gaze is drawn to us. He stands ready to come.

We don’t need to wax elegant. Our words don’t have to take on a certain cadence or follow a specific protocol.

We don't need to use fancy words or proper prayers; speaking God's name is enough to draw Him near. Click To Tweet

He delights in His children’s voices. Each time we call on His name, we can be assured He hears. But He doesn’t stop there.

Whether we whisper His name in reverence, sing it in joy, or stammer it in despair, the Lord is moved to respond.

Whether we whisper His name in reverence, sing it in joy, or stammer it in despair, the Lord is moved to respond. Click To Tweet

Our articulations are His invitation. When we proclaim His name, Abba Father will come. How can He not? We are His children, those He loves. And we called His name.

Come, Lord, draw near!

“You didn’t receive a spirit of slavery to lead you back again into fear, but you received a Spirit that shows you are adopted as his children. With this Spirit, we cry, ‘Abba, Father.’” (Romans 8:15, CEB).

Reflections: Have you called on the name of your Father yet? If not, what is stopping you? Rest assured, He will hear, but more importantly, He will come!

I am linking with the Faith Barista today for a little different take on the Thursday Faith Jam topic of a heart healing moment.

By His grace ≈


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Find hope in your real-life struggles. We'll chase it together! I am a wife; mom of 4 (including a young adult daughter with special needs); miscarriage mom of 5; author & follower of Jesus Christ. I write, edit, speak and enjoy everything outdoors.

4 comments on “Cry, “Abba, Father”
  1. Kathy Rempe says:

    Absolutely lovely. Just what I needed to hear today. Deeply grateful for your words.

  2. Thank you for this meditation. Yes, and even though at times I am frustrated by the repeated demanding tones, “Mom!” I know my Lord is not, he hears my heart and has time for me, he is not an anxious or harried mama like I can sometimes be!
    Today in a conflict I sank to the ground and just cried out “Jesus!” and had peace and calm and could talk reasonably. So timely, your writing, and well written too!

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