It was several years ago that I worked at a camp for a little while during the summer. My friend and I worked there together. (Maybe sometime in the future I will share the story of how I got to that camp in the first place.) Anyway, it was our last day there and my friend's parents drove up (about 10 hours) to pick us up. They planned to stay the night and we'd all drive back together the next day.
That night, my friend, her dad, and I wanted to star-gaze. So we climbed to the top of a tall tower (that has a climbing wall on it for the campers) and sat, watching the stars. My friend leaned her head on her dad's shoulder as he put his arm around her. It was such a beautiful picture of a father and daughter's affection.
I began to desperately wish my dad was with us so I could lean on him. When I came back to reality and figured out that would not happen because my dad was a 10 hour drive away, I started to focus all my wishing on something else. I started desperately hoping that her dad would offer his shoulder to me as well. Or maybe he would at least put his arm around me. I didn't want to do it myself. I wanted him to initiate it so that I would not be imposing on him and the special time he had with his daughter. I sat there, almost in tears, waiting for him to put his arm around my shoulder and bring me in closer to him.
As it turns out, he wasn't the one to do that. As I gazed at the beautiful night sky, hoping for a father to put his arm around me, I heard that small whisper.
I'm your father tonight.
It was then that I knew why I was up there without my dad and why my friend's dad did not put his arm around me. That night, I got to have the best father put His arm around me and draw me close to Him. My heavenly father wanted to have that special father-daughter time and affection with me that night.
That is something I will treasure in my heart always
Sing to God, sing praises to his name; lift up a song to him who rides through the deserts; his name is the LORD; exult before him! Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation. -- Psalm 68:4-5
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