Unlocking the Doors

So, I am leaving on Friday morning to travel down to SWU, get settled in and then go to Kristie and Hank’s wedding. Since gas prices are insane, I am staying at SWU in Amandapant’s apartment for the weekend and leaving for GA either Sunday afternoon or Monday morning. With being at home, time has oddly went by slow and fast at the same time. I feel like I’ve been able to spend adequate time with my family and friends and even settled some issues in my family.

I just finished watching the series finale of Shark. It only lasted 2 seasons, and I really don’t know why it’s getting the boot. James Woods seems annoying and egotistical to most, but I love him. His acting just really punches you in the gut and makes you think, especially in this show. And this show allows him to show a different side, a softer side. Granted, he plays a hardcore prosecutor who sometimes breaks the rules to put criminals behind bars, but he also plays a single dad with a 17 year old daughter. And in the series finale, his daughter gets kidnapped by the most twisted and sick murderer that he put away. He is obviously trying to find her, and he’s questioning people. He tells these people that she is his whole world. HIS WHOLE WORLD! It just took me by surprise to see James Woods play such a compassionate role, I mean I’ve seen him play the father figure before, but not like this.

God took this moment to remind me how much he loves me.
I am his whole world!

And when Shark (James Wood) is staring in the eyes of a cold-hearted killer, standing between them and his daughter, he tells them that they would have to kill him first. The sacrifice he was willing to make, he had no regard for himself. He only saw his daughter. Truly amazing.

I’ve never really had much of a father figure in my life, and when I watch these shows and movies that portray the love between a father and child, it just really hits home. I have an amazing Heavenly Father and too often I hold him to this humanistic comparison. I put God in a box.

Sunday, I was able to hear the pure heart and soul of a man whose son had been very sick. He told the congregation that his son had been healed and no longer needed surgery. He asked his son who had healed him, and the boy answered without missing a beat, “Jesus! Jesus healed me Daddy.” I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, and my heart just broke. How often I forget that I am a child!! And how often I allow my rationale belittle my lovely Daddy.

He loves me just for who I am,
Not for what I’ve done or what I will become.

But just for who I am, his daughter.

He will never leave, he will always be here.
He’s my CONSTANT.