Father, thank you for all the goodness of your creation that surrounds us. Please help us see all the beauty in our world.
Thank you for all you do to protect and provide for us, your children. Please be always our leader and King, our advisor and friend.
Help us follow the guidance of your Spirit as we learn to live and grow in peace. Help us help others by giving generously with care and compassion.
Be with us always to show us your ways, and teach us to show others your love. Thank you for the love of your Son who promises eternal life in your presence.
We love you, and we ask you to help us remember how blessed we are to share life in this country.
Father’s Day can be a difficult time for many single moms. We may be dealing with conflict and drama with our children’s fathers, or we may hold unresolved issues with our own father figures.
But one Father is always present and always cares for his children. He is always loving, concerned, comforting, and compassionate. One father never fails, never leaves, never turns his back. He always listens, always responds, always helps.
“He chose us . . . before the foundation of the world . . . having predestined us to adoption as [children] by Jesus Christ to himself” (Ephesians 1:4-5).
It does not matter where we were born or who raised us. God adopts us as his children and welcomes us into his loving family. We can know we are accepted as his cherished children because he loves us all.
This Father’s Day, I am thanking God the Father who cares for all his children. I am grateful for the Father who loves us every day.
How have you thanked God this Father’s Day? How do you feel about being one of God’s cherished children?
“Look what I made for you, Mama.”
From the arts and crafts room at the YMCA summer camp, my daughter brought home beaded keychains, pressed flowers, handprint hearts, crayon drawings.
One summer she gave me two little clay pots, each barely big enough to hold a ring or a handful of paperclips on my desk. She had painted them bright green and purple, pink and gold, and fired them in the Y’s art room kiln.
The pots stood slightly lopsided, their sides thick and unevenly shaped by my daughter’s eight-year-old fingers. Despite their lumpy and imperfect appearance, I loved them because she made them.
“We are the clay, and you our potter; And we are the work of your hand” (Isaiah 64:8).
God crafts us carefully, lovingly molding each of us to fulfill his desired purpose. We are turned and shaped by his sure, gentle hands and then fired to give us strength and substance. Some emerge from the kiln hardened, cracked, or broken hearted. Some shatter in the process and are painstakingly glued together again. Every one of us is uniquely designed and brightly colored by our creator.
We may look imperfect, clumsy, or slightly off-kilter; but we are always treasured and perfectly loved because he made us.
Today I pray you remember whose hands formed you to fulfill a special purpose. I pray you always know that you are loved!