Jesus showed friendship, sacrifice. He put up with crap. He experienced intense pain and died. Jesus is is repped good pastors I have had. Always my advocate, always gently prodding, like a good shepard. I know Jesus's empathy and comraderie.
The holy spirit is like the storm that rushed in on us on the top of Snow Mass, dumping hail, radiating static electricity, rushing down into the valley below us. The holy spirit is in me, prodding me to pray, to say sorry I hurt you, to go to target today to get a CD player to replace the one that I broke.
God the Father is repped by my earthly fathers. My dad was loving, supportive, enthusiastic, undertanding. I can tell him anything and he will still love me.
But I don't know the God of purpose, who gives good counsel. I do not know the God who guides me in the right paths. I do not know the God who pursues me, and somehow created me to want precicely what he intends to give me. This same Heavenly father refuses to give me things that are not good, even if I beg for them.
Here is the God I do not know:
God who delights in me
God who loves revealing himself to me.
The God who pursues me
The God who desires me
The God who brings me Joy
The God who protects me
The God who guides me
The God who counsels me
The God who romances me
The God who defends me
The God who cares for me
The God who shows me affection
The God who is eager to receive me.
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