My father and I are not close. I haven’t seen him since my oldest was only 6 months old, and he’s now almost 19 1/2. I’ve tried to bridge the gap, but I have not been met with a desire for a relationship. When I was in high school, I remember looking out at the audience from the choir stand, the band pit, or even from the acting stage, trying to catch a glimpse of my father. He was not usually there to watch me. As I grew up, took on a career, found a bride, and became a father, my father was only present at one of those events, and he wasn’t very happy to be there either. All my life I have vacillated between struggling with feelings of abandonment or feelings of guilt (what did I do?).
When I was in Bible college, my wise mentor gave me a copy of The Father Heart of God by Floyd McClung, Jr. Actually, he required me to read it. It was a hard book to digest. McClung, Jr.’s premise suggests most people have a similar relationship with God as they do with their own father. My relationship with my father was hostile and has become non-existent. The realization was terrifying. I did not, nor do not, want a hostile or non-existent relationship with Abba God! Every once in a while, God reminds me of that book and the lessons held within its covers – usually when I feel very low and abandoned and I find myself saying, “Dad, look what I did!” to an empty seat.
God and I have worked really hard for my worth to not be wrapped up in my earthly father’s approval, and it started with that book. McClung, Jr. challenges his readers to intentionally work on a healthy relationship with our Creator. When I finished reading that book, I vowed to not be the empty seat father.
When my kids were little, we signed them up for gymnastics, soccer, and baseball. It never failed that they would accomplish something difficult and they’d immediately look over to see if I’d seen their accomplishment.”Daddy, did you see me?” was a constant question for a while. Each time I would be there grinning, except once. One time, one of the boys accomplished something he’d been trying to accomplish for many weeks. I was not there to see him. Although it was only walking across the balance beam by himself, it was a big deal! And I had missed it. Since then, I’ve fought my schedule in order to be present when my kids say, “Daddy, did you see me?”
In the past two weeks, each of my boys in their own words has said to me, “Daddy, look at me. Listen to me. See what I did.” All three of them have done so for both praiseworthy and help-needed situations. “Daddy! Did you see me?!?” I almost missed each event. It was as if the Holy Spirit flicked me in the head right before the performance and I found myself completely focused on what was about to happen.
When Amy was here, we had a pretty good system of keeping tabs on the boys: their likes and dislikes, their passions and passes, even their dreams and nightmares. Every once in a while, something would slip by us…almost. Amy had incredible radar. Little got past her. Now that Amy’s gone, I find myself missing a lot more than I ever used to miss.
Last week in prayer, I was overwhelmed; Where are you, God? Are you watching this?!? The answer was clear. Starting in Deuteronomy 31:6 and finishing in Hebrews 13:5, God says, no less than 10 times, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” God reminded me He’s been watching the whole time. He was there helping me stretch ten dollars into enough for groceries for the week. He was with me when I helped one son overcome a daunting problem. He watched me fumble my words because I had tuned out the constant chatter and missed something important two separate times with two separate kids. Was He mad at me? Did He hurl lightning at me? No. He wrapped me in His embrace and showed me a bigger vantage point with which to look at the last two years.
The next time I feel like God’s not watching, I’m going to remind myself of those 10 verses of promise: “I will never leave you nor forsake you.”