Who is God?

You know those defining moments when a thought slams into your consciousness with such strength that you are left breathless? I had one last Sunday.

While at church, it suddenly occurred to me how easily — even casually — I call the God of the universe as my “Heavenly Father,” and sleepily mumble a conversation to Him that shouldn’t really pass off as prayer. I even recall when as a child, blessing food felt like a mad race to the finish line so that I could dig into steaming rice!

I felt mortified when that defining moment revealed in my mind’s eye that my Father is a Being so magnificent, so powerful, and yet so tender and loving towards all His children. That every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that He is God, when finally He shows Himself to the world. How can I forget that He made the sun, moon and stars and the smallest flowers; that he moved islands and shaped mountain ranges. That while He is in the mighty wind, He is also in the soft whisperings of each tiny brook.

…and He calls me His daughter!

For some time, I doubted His existence. I recall how confused I was and how dark it felt to be full of doubt. My loved ones proved to me that I was wrong, and last Sunday, He added another aspect to that ongoing conversation and brought home His latest point. I am His daughter! The thought blows me away. Here’s hoping I will NEVER take Him for granted. EVER again.