When Boy Jones entered his home, an aroma of fresh bread, flowers and homemade cooking greeted him. He kissed his wife and then he saw his two-year old son running towards him “daddy, daddy”.
He kneeled and welcomed him into his arms. Both laughed as he ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. The game was soon over and the little boy ran back to where he was playing on the floor.
His son was eating a peanut butter sandwich previously and Boy noticed a stain on his shirt. He tried to wipe in clean but made a bigger mess. “It’s ok honey, I’ll clean it later” his wife said.
Later that evening Boy thought about his own childhood days when his dad carried him. He recalled the odour of his shirt and when his head was resting against his dad, he remembered feeling his breath on his hair. It was such a carefree time of living in an intimate atmosphere of love. Suddenly he missed that…
“Boy,” Jesus said, “your dad called you Boy because he was so proud of his boy. You wouldn’t mind if call you, son, instead?”
“Of course not, Lord, in fact, I’ll be honoured!”
“I’d be proud if You would call me, Father. I love you very much, you know. I am so proud of you and My daughter, your wife and your son, My little son too. You are My family.”
“Son, I notice however, a longing for your carefree childhood days when you could embrace your parents whenever you desired. I am not your physical dad, but you gave your life to Me and I regard Myself as your Dad now. I love you just as much and even more.”
“You know son, I’m always with you but sometimes I miss you.”
“But Lord, we are always together.”
“Really? You do not run to Me every morning to jump into My embrace, now do you?”
“When you surrender yourself into My arms I love it, but I detect a kind of holding back. When you hold back because I am God, I understand, but sometimes you regard Me as not being a member of your family, and that hurts. I long to be your Father.”
“When you come to Me, seeking My face is the highlight of every day. However, it hurts when I notice that I am not Father enough for you to try and smell My skin or feel Me breathing on your hair. You don’t want Me to go there but I do. See, I am not holding back.”
“Whenever you experience something great, you phone your wife to give her the news but you’re holding back on Me. I know you know that I know everything that happens in your life but I love it when you tell Me something as if I didn’t know. I want to be your Father.”
“You are concerned about your finances. I am your Father, taking care of everything and yet, I notice your doubt. When that happens I am not your Father, your real Father and yet, I am. I am real and I am your Father!”
“I am God but I am also your Father. You are my children, come closer to Me. You cannot stain My clothes because you are clean. Come just as you are, I am as I am.”
A sweet smelling arome filled the air as Boy wiped a tear from his eyes, “Thank You my Father!”