Dad? Um Abba Father!


Ah the “Freudian Slip”. An action of the tongue so often called “faulty actions”, “faulty functions” or “misperformances” after himself, rather then something in the inner soul that I surely believe God in His infinite wisdom, brings about to the person preoccupied with other thoughts, they are afraid to express with the tongue. Or, Gods way of getting it “off the souls chest” an into the light of day to reflect on or to repent for thinking it in the first place.

“For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.” Romans 8:15

As I woke up yesterday morning, I noticed my husband had a perplexing look on his face. I know he was worried about our income. I didn’t say anything and walked away taking his anxiety with me to our back yard. While stepping outside, with the weight of his worry’s, I knew a prayer was needed for us. I looked up in desperation to the sky with all the intentions to pray to God and out of my mouth, instead of God, comes Dad. I immediately started to giggle out loud. The weight of the world was gone. I then prayed in thanksgiving to God.

“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:34

This was the second time this had happened to me which I thought of immediately after praying yesterday. The first time, was in the presence of a homeless man that I engaged in conversation, by asking him if I could pray with him and for him and give him some money for lunch.. I ended up speaking to this man named Fred, for almost two hours, about Jesus and faith. I could not believe how strong his faith was and he had taught me a lot about my own faith. In the midst of our conversation, when I was telling him about how LOVE was the driving force, I was about to say “Our God” and what came out of my mouth was “My Dad”. We both stopped dead in conversation and both our jaws dropped.There was a few seconds of silence which was quickly replaced with Fred saying to me, that is Abba Father! We both smiled. It was hard for me to leave Fred that day, and I will never forget him.

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