- a reflection on Abba, Father, or in today's language - Dad
Swinging on the swinging seat, sat next to my Dad,
I looked at Him and said, “Can I really call you that?”
“What a silly thing to say”,
but when your dad is Awesome God, Redeemer, Holy, Mighty, Victorious,
somehow it makes you think, yet he is my Dad, Abba, Father, Daddy,
because he said so, and I know so.
Swinging on the swinging seat, I told Him all my news,
How beautiful the trees are, up on the hills afar,
About the colours in the flower bed, and the carpet made of grass;
He didn’t call me silly, or any such thing;
He listened to me quietly, taking it all in.
Swinging on the swinging seat, His peace is all around,
How I love His presence, which oozes out His love,
The sun is dappled through the trees,
the birds that fly across my path are made by his hand too,
apples falling from the tree; His fruit abounds for all.
Jill du Feu
9th September 2004
A little plumbing job
2011 saw human frailty catching up, with the need for a heart bypass operation. You can read the story of God's amazing grace as He lead us through from diagnosis to recovery.
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