Fatherhood & God

Sitting on the edge of having my own little one here, I am obviously thinking about fatherhood.  What does it really mean to be a father?  I know I had a great father growing up.  He loved me, cared for me and spurred me on in my interests even if they were not his own.  I had a better heavenly father though.  A Father who redeemed me when I didn’t deserve it.

Sitting in the birthing suite listening to the heartbeat of my son who I will get to meet tomorrow morning, I am overwhelmed.

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,
before you were born I set you apart;
I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”

Jeremiah 1:5

Becca is trying to get comfortable so she can sleep.  I am not sure I’ll be able to.  I am a bit excited.  Listening to his heartbeat is calming, but makes it all the more surreal that I am sitting here in the birthing suite waiting on him to be here.

I am beginning to see what God feels for us.  Even now, I know I would do anything for Aidan.  How much more God would do/has done for us.

Some things I am feeling right now.  Overwhelmed.  Proud.  Happy.  Scared, but not fearful, creative, inspired and there is a bit of a melancholic atmosphere in my spirit.  The music of Bebo Norman and like artists fits right now.  I am not sure why.

Above all, I feel worshipful of a God who would bless us with this little one.  Dang it, I am starting to cry listening to “Holy is the Lord” by Chris Tomlin.

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