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) ABBA "Daddy" or "Father" This name of God is a little difficult for me sometimes. I have a good Dad, but we come from very different worlds. It's not just that he lived through the Great Depression and World War II and I didn't. It's not just that he's old and needs me to care for him. It's not just that he's a man and I'm a woman. All those things are true, but there's more. At this point there are things he can't do, and things he won't do, and those things are often things that I can do and even want to do. He's a mechanical person. I'm a words person. Put simply, I felt as if I could share my life with my mother. My life is alien to my father and his is to me. So when I think of God as my Father, I suspect I tend to thin...
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