Who’s Your Daddy?
Weekend Worship — A Testimony

Can You Pray "Good Morning Daddy?"

I want to say a couple of things before we move forward in this series. Reading the comments left after the last two posts, it’s obvious to me that God was right (like always). There many of us who He is revealing His desire to move our love relationship into a deeper intimacy. 

I think the past couple of posts have brought us to a reality we didn’t understand. It’s our ability to call our Lord, Daddy, and to accept all of the implications that come with naming our God, with that name of complete intimacy. 

Now to those of you who don’t struggle with this Daddy issue, please be patient with the rest of us. And I also want to assure you that I’m not trying to overly feminize God. Because I KNOW without doubt that our God is a warrior and fighter a brilliant commander of millions upon millions of warring angels. We will talk more about that side of our Triune God in January. But in order to grasp the warrior side of God we need to become intimately familiar with the love of God. Because out of that love, everything else flows. 

Well, let me explain how this Daddy thing began. While I was at Bethel, the woman Maria, who I’ve written about before, gave me a list of books to read and a few movies to watch. One movie in particular is, Father of Lights. This movie profiles several amazing believers and one man in particular. I won’t give away much about this movie because ALL OF YOU need to rent it, buy it, or borrow it and then watch it. I will tell you this….. The end….. It’s a mind blow and a total “God” set up. If you watch it, email me and let me know your thoughts. 

Anyhoo, one of the men profiled literally “hears” the audible voice of his “Daddy,” our Daddy and Lord. As I watched this movie, I was filled with a desire to KNOW God in this way. So, the next morning is when the Holy Spirit said to me, “Call me Daddy.” 

For me, and likely for many of you, this is the last (at least I hope it’s the last) blockade in our love relationship. When I’m able to name my Lord, “Daddy” it changes everything. This is where miracles happen because it’s where utter blind trust lives and thrives. It’s where the Holy Spirit can ask anything and I will do it because there are people who need healing and I’m the one He will work through. This intimate place is where fear is decimated and left impotent. It’s where wild courage is born to share with my spouse, my kids, my family, anyone and everyone the truth. It’s with my Daddy that I will be awakened in the night to receive my assignment for the next day, to witness my God’s love and His purposes unfold before my very eyes. It is with my Daddy that I will be so cocooned in his love that the devil and all of his minions can’t touch me and in fact they are scared out of their minds because I know and love my Daddy and I live in His favor and authority.

This is what it looks like this promise of God’s, Perfect love casts out fear. (1 john 4:18) 

So today, cry out just as Teresa T. did on Monday in the comments: Abba! Father. It does sound so personal that we don't think it as reverent. So I did some research and found this. 

Romans 8:15

For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption, by whom we cry out, “ Abba, Father!”


Our Great King speaks to us with such a love that I cannot fully understand it, but He says to me and to you, “Cry out, Abba, Father!”

So right now I’m going to share a snippet form my prayer journal where I first prayed, “Good morning, Daddy.” 

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Sit with your Daddy and allow Him to make you the object of His affection today.

On Monday we will take our Daddy love and watch how that turns into self-love and the power it brings into our lives. Choosing love and thrilling in the power it brings to mortal man. Hugs, Lynn 

PS. On Sunday I woke from an afternoon nap. And as I came awake, there were two words that were on my lips and I was whispering softly. I kid you not, they were, “Abba, Father.” O, how He loves me. O, how He loves you. O, how He loves you and me.

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