I am a daughter who loved her dad.
But here’s the thing.
My Father was not good at expressing his feelings or the things that really mattered to him, and that deeply affected our relationship, and how we related to one another.
Unfortunately, for both of us, because my dad had a dysfunctional relationship with his parents, there wasn’t anything in the emotional file drawer when it came to giving or expressing the unconditional acceptance and love I needed.
My grand-father, who was also emotionally remote, barely noticed his younger son while he was growing up. Now, add an abusive mother to this dysfunctional equation, who had been raised by an alcoholic father, who had been abusive to her, and you have the sum total of my father’s own broken and bruised childhood.
Poor dad, he tried, but he just didn’t “get girls” who needed to be affirmed as well as taught.
How was this guy who had been tasked with the entire job of rearing a couple of daughters (who were an enigma to him) supposed to cope? How was he supposed to communicate a kind of love and affirmation he himself had not received?
Is it any wonder that broken people raise broken people?
I believe it is impossible for someone to draw water from an empty well, so this crippling brokenness gets passed on from one generation to the next.
That is, unless we get a whole NEW SELF, and with it, a true image of who we are meant to be!
God calls Believers “more than conquerors” and if we have a relationship with His Son, then we have a royal inheritance. We have Kingdom privileges that are to make overcoming “the norm” of our everyday lives.
Yet, most of us live our daily lives way below our privileges and Kingdom authority, and let me tell you, that was definitely me!
And I desperately wanted things to CHANGE.
I wanted more hope, more love, more joy—more you name it! I had been doing, doing, doing, for years by attending church, singing songs, signing up for classes, seminars, retreats, etc. etc. All my doing on the outside looked great. But on the inside, where we all have to live 24-7, I was a wreck!
I wanted the abundant life Jesus promised.
I wanted to make a difference in this world.
I was tired of talking about it or dreaming about it—I wanted to actually do it!
Do you remember the Bible story of Gideon and how he lived fearfully quaking in his boots down in a wine pit stomping out grapes? Then suddenly an angel shows up with an assignment saying, “Mighty soldier, the Lord is with you!”
Hiding out in a hole in the ground?
Yes, we are MIGHTY, because God sees us as we will be.
Each day I would look at my mess, shake my head in disgust, mumbling and complaining in my heart, while doing a mental inventory in my head of all my failures and impossibilities—all the “why’s” God could never use an unholy wreck like me.
Then, this Abba-God shows up speaking to me again, redirecting my focus, because to Him?
All my ashes and misery were completely beside the point!
ISN’T IT GOOD NEWS?
Stop, right there.
“O, Crier of Good News…” that’s you!
Nevermind your arguments. I’ve heard them all. (And more than once.) Not today. No excuses. No reasonings. No fears. No! Let’s just sit down together and for once quietly discuss this.
First, I know your fears—every one.
Why discuss those again?
And all your good reasons for “Why you can’t.” I know those too—all your so-called failures and weaknesses? Yes, we’ve talked about those.
Or, should I say, you talked while I listened. Good thing patience is a fruit of My Spirit.
Today, I want to talk and I want you to listen.
Come, let’s reason together.
You are making this way too complicated.
When there’s good news with your friends or with yourself, don’t you share it?
Even on The News good news is GOOD news!
You are just the “teller” Sweetheart—just The Crier.
Do you worry so much over what others will say when you share your other stories?
And, let’s talk about our stories; the things I’ve done for you; the ways you have changed.
Hasn’t your life changed since I’ve become a part of it?
Isn’t that Good News?
So I tell you, you are My Crier of Good News. That is who you are! Any other definition is making it way too complicated.
Don’t be afraid.
It ‘s you.
I like our story!
“O, Crier of Good News, …shout from the mountain tops!Shout louder—don’t be afraid!”