Dad

My Dad is far from perfect, he is not a super Dad and frankly speaking I used to have some grudge to him. I was yelled, beaten, embraced, loved, by a same person—my Dad. 24 years…almost 25 years I've lived in this earth and suddenly I remembered about my Dad while doing nothing in this messy room.

It is hard for me to see GOD in a form of a Father due to my own experience. My GOD should be a loving Father, almighty Daddy whose throne in heaven and will grant us the best in His liking. Heck, it is different than my own Dad for sure.

Still, I realize something then. My Dad wants to be loved; just like my GOD wants to be loved. I was born and my Dad took care of me in his way, which is a way he knows. My God also take cares of me in His way, the way He sees and knows the best for me. And many more details which I see there is no need to post them along here.

Even in my Dad, there is GOD in him and GOD wants me to love him as well. To respect him according to GOD’s law, thus understand my role as a child.

This makes me understand…in every person, we can see Christ in them—if we are willing to see GOD in His works.