Dear Papa

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Today’s post is titled: ‘Dear Papa’ and it’s one that resonates deeply with us because it’s the heart of a child laid bare to the father. We don’t know who exactly these words are written for but our earnest hope and prayer today is that you accept the Father’s love which he freely bestows on you.

Dear Papa,

I am amazed that you love me, I am humbled that you care about me. I who am the least deserving of your love, I who has done nothing to earn this love; this child of yours who has wounded your heart numerous times by her actions, yet you love her. I am still the apple of your eyes, you still call me yours, you call me the beloved of the Father’s. You love me just as if I were the only one in the world, you sent your son to pay the eternal price for my sins.


I ask myself what I have done to be this loved by you Papa and as always, the answer is nothing. All that you have asked of me in return is that I love you as you have loved and continue to love me.

Yet, my life is a mess, my soul is riddled with guilt and the stain of sin, this robe you have placed on me has become dirtied by the lust of the world, they have swayed me and I have fallen prey to them, this fast-beating drum they have beaten for me and I have willingly danced to their tunes, thinking that time waits for me, hoping that time and again you would rescue me, telling myself that it is just one small mistake and getting lost in the throes of ephemeral happiness, this transient bliss that fades away like morning dew.

You have called me home countless times saying: “Child come home, are you not weary of the world?”, like the lost sheep you have left the 99 searching for me and pleading that I return back to you. Though the stains that my sins cause be as scarlet you promise that they would be whiter than snow. You offer me forgiveness, love, acceptance, hope, redemption and peace on a platter of gold and all I need do is receive it.

Papa, I am scared that may be one day it would be too late, that I would have run so far that I wouldn’t be found, that I would have wandered away with no hope but these words from Psalms 139 reminds me that there is no where I would go that your hands wouldn’t reach me.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,’ even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.”

Death scares me father and a lot of people have died lately and all I can think about is that it could have been me and where would yonder future find me. What would become of me when one day I close my eyes never to open them again. Would it be heaven with you rejoicing with the angels or would I regret that I had not made use of the opportunities you have given me.

Hold me close Papa, let me feel loved and cherished by you, open my eyes to see the futility of my ways and the frailty of my life, teach me to number my days that I may given wisdom of heart, don’t let me be deceived by the world and its trappings, show me the path to follow and hold me lest I fall and when I fall pick me up, dust me clean and give me the grace to trudge on. The road would not be easy, but I can trust that with you everything will be fine.

Dear Papa, I know that I do not love you as I ought to but thanks for loving me. This child of yours is truly grateful and promises to do better.

Your Child.

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Until next time, don’t forget that God loves you much more than you can ever imagine.