Its Sunday morning…
A Father waits.
He waits with bated breath. He can’t hide His excitement. The day had come again. He had been looking forward to this all week. His daughter was on her way. He imagined running to embrace her, holding her sweet face in His large hands and the thought of just being with her drove Him wild with excitement.
This day was special. They had dedicated the day to each other so He could have her undivided attention and she could have His. He had a special surprise planned for her today. He always did. He couldn’t wait to see her thrill and awe when she saw what He had done. Encounters like this were what they lived for.
He looks at the time. “She’ll soon be here…my beautiful daughter will soon be here.” His servants approach Him and finding Him so preoccupied and excited knew without words, that the time had come again. The heir was coming. They wonder amongst themselves why it made the master so excited.
And just at that moment, from His seat, He sees her at the gate. He runs to her with arms wide open “welcome, my love” she is equally excited as she kisses Him “Couldn’t wait to see you, Father”. As He steps back, she realizes she is clothed in the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was white and gold with sparkles at the hem and ruffles. It complemented the equally radiant outfit he wore. The fabric felt heavenly and it fit perfectly. The train of the dress went on infinitely. An ornet of colorful flowers He placed on her head and her hair shimmered underneath it. He takes her hand in His and leads her into the throne room. It was like she sailed, not walked. She began to laugh, no words were exchanged but a joy so pure consumed her. It was like intense pleasure radiated from His hands to hers.
And then they entered the room, it was golden and trinkets carved of pearls and diamonds adorned the walls. The beauty and radiance made her knees weak and she would have fallen were it not for the Hand that held her, and the smile that reassured her. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as she was. He was pleased and she could feel Him laughing softly beside her. A song began to emanate from her heart. It started as a distant note and it built up to a crescendo and before she knew it, she was singing and laughing. It was a song she had never heard but her lips moved so expertly and she wove a beautiful tune as the Father watched. She began to dance, a twirl here, a twirl there, then a dip as she squealed in unimaginable delight. It was like she was immersed in joy and it couldn’t be contained. Father picked her up as one would pick up a child and spun around the center of the room. Their laughter bounced off the walls and the song continued. Their eyes lock and Love overflowed. Everything seemed to stand still as heaven touched earth.
She was at one with this world. She knew without a doubt that she was home. Home sweet home. If only she never had to leave. But she had to because the day had not yet come. The day they would be united forever. But soon, the Father assured as He saw her recoil in sadness, “soon, my love, I assure you”. And so she returns to the foreign land in anticipation of when she would encounter her Father again.
Arranged on white tables forming an arc around the walls, was a banquet. A wide variety of delicious looking food called out to her, some she recognized, some she didn’t. She walked to the nearest table and he urges her to try it. She picks a fruit that looked like a red grape and ate. A burst of sensation hit her tongue. ‘could anything ever taste better?’ she thought. Slowly, the distant song she heard earlier hit a crescendo and surrounded her with a presence she couldn’t explain. “Hark the herald angels sing” she thought to herself. He leads her to the centre of the room and they begin to dance, a slow and fast rhythm with steps she didn’t know she had, with His best and sets out a banquet for her, a love so pure angels stopped to stare.
They stared at the source of the masters pleasure. They marveled at the love they shared. A love that created..a love that gave all. The earth will stand still to recognize a love so pure and perfect
The love between a Father and His daughter
Written by Ibu Faith O.
Blogger’s note:
Although, our relationship with our father is not limited to just Sundays, we should not take for granted the fellowships on Sundays. What do you do with your Sundays?