Growing up my relationship with my heavenly father was like the relationship with the 8 year old and the dentist who puts the braces on her teeth. At first she dranged in not by her choice but by one who has more authority over her and as the dentist looks at her teeth and wants the very best smile on her face he notices that not everything is in it's right place.
So the little girl is told that the braces must be put on even though she doesn't want him to. As she faces teasing and rejection from that which she can not control she becomes bitter and angry at the dentist who did this to her. The years go by and still she waits and then he finally says "It's time" and when the braces are removed and she looks in the mirror and sees that the dentist could be trused after all.
For a long time I thought that maybe God had jipped me out of a 'good' life. That he didn't know what he was doing, how could he have known what kind of family he was placing me in. It was tough and i did not understand many things and the lack of understanding gave way to a lack of love for that family God gave me.
My dad and i had a hard relationship growing up it was almost non-existant to be exact but by my sophmore year of college when i was ready to throw away the towel on a real relationship with my dad God whispered to me..."you can't give up on him, I've never given up on you."
And so, i didn't. I kept plugging away for years of what felt like I was trying to pull teeth out of a man who was given no novacain and then...God did it..something changed and now my dad is one of my best friends...who would have thought?
He's changing, somethings' being triggered in him that wasn't there before and i'm so glad that God didn't allow me to give up.
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