I met the Father to the fatherless.
It was 2010. My divorce was officially final. What I believed to be my new life of freedom did not feel free. Instead, it became painfully hard. Reality had completely set in for me; everything I fought for during those nine years felt like it was for nothing. And my kids—their hearts were shattered. Their dad left and unknowingly would never come back.
He showed up!
He led me with precision and I learned He truly is a Father to the fatherless, a defender of widows.
I felt a comfort beyond words during those lonely years. I felt a push of strength to be there for my kids when I felt I had nothing left to give. When I cried myself to sleep at night, I was met with His tangible presence, and when Father’s Day came around, we did not cry about what my children didn’t have, we celebrated their Daddy God and we talked about His love and faithfulness; He will never leave them.
“Sing to God, sing in praise of His name, extol Him who rides on the clouds; rejoice before Him—His name is the Lord. A Father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling.” Psalm 68:4-5 (NIV)
God is who He says He is. He will meet you in your greatest place of need. “If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me.” Jeremiah 29:13 (NIV)
Turn to Him.