Anyway, this morning my Hannah approached me while my mind was busy forming song lyrics and my fingers were busy strumming and began to ask me permission for something that I was apparently tuning out. I soon realized this poor kid was trying to speak to a mother with her head totally up in the clouds (yet in fact staring straight at her) and so I apologized. She stood there still, sweetly waiting for my permission to something seeming quite important... what? Hmm...It was something about Dad I think. I asked her to repeat the request...
"Mom? When I read my Bible and pray and talk to God...in quiet times like that...well, do you think it would be okay if ...I call him Dad?"
I sat there stunned, humbled, and amazed at how distracted we grown-up Christians can get from the point... and from the person. We have a holy, all powerful, mighty, all-knowing God...master of the universe... who let's us call him Dad. In fact, he wants us to.