What Pleases a Father

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What Pleases a Father
by Max Lucado

When our daughters were young, Denalyn went away for a couple of days and left me alone with the girls. Though the time was not without the typical children’s quarrels and occasional misbehavior, it went fine.

“How were the girls?” Denalyn asked when she got home. “Good. No problem at all.” Jenna overheard me. “We weren’t good, Daddy,” she objected. “We fought once; we didn’t do what you said once. We weren’t good.”

Jenna and I had different perceptions of what pleases a father. She thought it depended on what she did. It didn’t. We think the same about God. We think His love rises and falls with our performance. It doesn’t. I didn’t love Jenna for what she did. I loved her—and love her still—for whose she is. She’s mine. God loves you for the same reason. He loves you for whose you are; and you are His child!

From Dad Time

[MajestyJo]

We are all different, we take many forms and shapes, speak different languages, have different coloured skin, hair, eyes, etc. and yet God Loves us all.

He doesn't Love anyone more or less, His Love is unconditional, and although some seem to be more in favour, we are all His Children, and when we put ourselves before others, we are not living according to His Will.

Don't walk before me, don't walk behind me, but walk beside me, and we will walk this journey together.