The Heart of a Father


May 1, 2018

Claire and I found out January 25, that our lives would be dramatically changed.  I came home from work and she let me in on a little secret; she was pregnant! At that moment, a wide array of emotions began to completely overwhelm me. I was ecstatic, terrified, proud and insecure all at once.  It was a perfect storm. Today, Claire and I went to our second sonogram appointment and saw a strong heartbeat, tiny feet, gentle hands that will wrap around our fingers and a precious little face.  The face of Lyla Rose McKay.  

I am enamored with this little girl.  I have already begun to care about the most intimate details in her life.  What color will her eyes be? What shape will her cheeks be? What will make her laugh? What will make her cry? Will she know that Claire and I love her immensely? Will she come to us with questions? Will she be proud of us?  Will she talk about us with her friends?

At that moment, it hit me.  Our Father in Heaven cares about those details as well.  He cares about those details for Lyla, for you and for me.  The Bible is rich with passages that describe the heart of our Father.  He knows the number of hairs on our head. He is “the Father of mercies and God of all comfort”. He is the Father who runs towards and embraces the prodigal son when he returns home. He is a Father that John speaks of in 1 John, “And now, little children, abide in him, so that when he appears we may have confidence”. We have a Father that sent Jesus to die for us so that we can have unlimited access to Him.

I hope to be the best father I can be to Lyla.  I want to be available to her when she is going through hard times.  I want to encourage her to try again when she fails.  I want to have a deep relationship with her, even when she is mad at me.  Most importantly, I want to point her to the Father that I will never be.  The Father that will love her in a way that I never could and beautifully pursue her in a way that I never can.

Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,
I see from far Thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for Thy repose;
My heart is pained, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.

Gerhard Tersteegen

My prayer for First Denton is that we have the heart FOR the Father.  That we will weep when He weeps.  That we will celebrate when He celebrates. That we will be so in love with our Heavenly Father that we want to introduce him to anybody and everybody that will listen to us.