I have been thinking a lot about my daughter lately. She has started this thing where she calls me by my first name. Man does that suck. I know I should just ignore it but to go from “daddy” to “Larry” hasn’t been easy. As a young parent there was nothing better than hearing that from her. Whether she was in need or just wanted to play dolls. I miss that time.

I was thinking about how I felt about this, I wondered how God felt when calling Him “Daddy”? I wonder if He longs for us to be like the little children we are to Him?