Abba…or…Father?

Several years ago I meet a person who called Jesus his brother. That made me nervous. A few years later I meet someone who prayed to God using the name Abba. It was new, but it also made me hunger for that kind of intimacy with the God of all creation.

Today I looked Abba up in the Aramaic and in fact it means father in the common language Jesus’ day. In modern day Hebrew it means Daddy.

As I have grown to accept the love of the one who loved me first, I have become comfortable knowing I am accepted by our creator as one of His children. The following are a few points that I felt the Holy Spirit allowed to flow through me as I prayed about why I often talk to my Father God as Abba.

He calls us His children He left the 99 for each one of us.

He loves us so much that he died in our place so that we can be in His presence for all eternity. 

Every time I call GOD Abba it is with the greatest respect as a perfectly loved child for her perfect Father. 

I believe it is possible to have that kind of respect when we receive and walk in that much love. 

We are safe in Him. 

He is wholey other yet He lives inside us.

He hides me in the shelter of His wings.

He sets me high upon a rock above my enemies. 

My name is carved on the palm of His hand. 

He welcomes me, the prodigal and the first born who stayed, with equal love and, even honor.

It is my response to honor Him in all I am and therefore all I do.

I am hid with Christ in GOD.

He calls me friend.

Those who look to Him will never be covered with shame.

My knee bows and my tongue continually confesses that Jesus Christ is LORD to the glory of GOD the Father.

Every breath I take is from Him and for Him.

He chasens me as a loving Father because He loves me.

I am far from perfect yet He chose me to bear fruit that remains.

And, as I abide in Him He answers my prayers because He has given me free access to Him through Christ.

And thankfully He loved(s) me first and that love is what compels me and invites me to His table to call Him Abba, Father.*

May we all walk in the perfect love of God….

About the author

Andrea Van Boven (Madden): I like to think I am a radical lover of Jesus, but I live in a house and pay bills and look like I fit in with respectable society, like most people. What goes on in my head and heart are hopefully the things that betray the look of "normal" that comes at first glance. I hope those things inside of me seep out to actions as well as words of hope and encouragement. I pray that these in turn will lead others to know the loving Creator who knows us so intimately that he has a number for every hair on every head.

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