Growing up, my sister and I each had our own table prayer. My prayer was “Abba, Father, bless this food for everlasting good.” It wasn’t until I was grown that I learned that the Greek word “Abba” was a term of endearment, like “Daddy.”
I am continually awed and thankful that our almighty God seeks a close, personal relationship with me … and with you. His love is shown through the promise and fulfillment of a Savior, His Son, Jesus Christ, and through Him, the promise that I am an heir with Christ. That truly makes me His little girl.
The Time is NOW to share with someone your “Daddy’s” great love for His children.