"Finding Abba" Tea & Coffee Meeting
“Our Father who is in heaven…” (Luke 11:2)The most important way to approach God is as Father. We must see Him as our kind, compassionate, loving Father. This can be quite challenging if we don’t have that kind of relationship with our earthly father.
For you have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear; but you have received the Spirit of adoption, whereby we cry, Abba, Father. (Romans 8:15 AKJV)Abba is not just another word for father. It is an Aramaic word for the intimate way to refer to your father, much like a young child would.
Jesus tells us, to enter Heaven we must come as little children:
Except you be converted, and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. (Matthew 18:3 AKJV)Many take this answer to apply to eternal life, but what if He was letting them know they could experience Heaven now and how to get there? Children are ready to receive whatever we have for them. Intuitively they know their parents are stronger and wiser than they are, and that they must trust their parents to take care of them. Perhaps so many experience God as their literal Father and themselves as a child to fully embrace these principles.
There have been numerous accounts of people seeing God in Heaven. Typically He takes two main forms:
- The powerful God on the throne whose power makes us tremble.
- A kind, white-haired but youthful, Abba.
As a child, we are intimately aware of how big God is and how small we are. This is humbling. It also allows Abba to show the true heart of a father to us with intimate gestures that wouldn’t be appropriate for an older child. Here is my first experience with God as Abba:
Jesus took me by the hand and led me to an open area. I saw a figure in the distance and took off running: I was small, my head was up to his waist. He scooped me up and hoisted me over His head. As He twirled me around and around as I extended my arms as if soaring through the air. I shouted, “Higher, Daddy, higher.”
After flying in His arms for some time, He swung me down and collected me into a big bear hug. As I nestled into His white hair. He whispered, “I love you my sweet precious child.”
Tears welled in my eyes and cascaded gently down my cheeks. This is what my heart had longed for, all these years. This is the love I sought.
“I love you, love you, love you,” I squeezed His neck, “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” thoughts conveyed my joy at being with Him.
Continuing with this type of communication I asked, “Can I come more?” I envisioned being more fully there than here; more connected.
He stroked my hair and whispered, “Soon.” The word was a solemn promise.
“I hope it is very soon!” He hugged me to Him, delighting in my enthusiasm. “Why didn't I get to come and visit from here like this?” I pictured me laying in my bed at home.
“In time you will.” He assured me.
“Teach me, teach me, so many need to come,” I begged, “they need to see you like this, too!”
In the real world, I opened my eyes for a minute and looked about, wiping the tears from them. When I closed out the world again, the scene had changed.
I was on the ground, with my hand in His, we frolicked about laughing and running around.
A tiny table appeared and we raced to the seats. His knees were high in the tiny chair, yet He sat elegantly. I poured tea into each of our cups and as we sipped tea. I chatted with Him about the tea parties I was having with my friends. “Mighty God,” I began.
“Uh-uh” He corrected me gently.
I ducked my head in embarrassment and whispered, “Daddy” knowing that was the correct form of address in this place. Papa would also have been acceptable. Shyly I asked, “Can my friends come, too?” knowing how much they would like it. He assured me that it would be so.
A plate of cookies appeared. I reached for one and I nibbled on it as I sipped my tea. Looking into the kind, smiling eyes of my Daddy, my heart exploded with gratitude. I launched myself across the table, throwing my arms around His neck. “Oh, Daddy, thank you so much… You know exactly what I want, You even thought to bring cookies to have with our tea!”
My lips trembled as I gushed tears. My chest heaved as I sobbed. My body wanted to collapse, but I locked my knees in place, determined to stay with my Daddy as long as possible.
He chuckled, a deep sound rumbling from His chest. “I created you, of course I know what you love…” He whispered. Swinging me around to sit in His lap He asked, “would you like Me to tell you a story?”
I snuggled down, resting my head on His chest. “Oh yes, You know how I love stories…”
As He began speaking, new pictures appeared in my mind. They were vivid and bright as the words took on a life of their own:
There once was a King who had a beautiful daughter who loved Him so much, with her whole heart she loved Him. So He brought her to His side for all to see. He clothed her with tender mercies and crowned her with His loving kindness.This is what I saw:
God was on His throne with multitudes before Him. He places me beside Him in a blue dress, sparking like it is woven out of jeweled thread. He drapes an iridescent gossamer cloak about my shoulders that billowed behind me like Superman’s cape. Next He put a crystalline crown with jewels on my head with jewels nestled in each layer of the curves.With each new turn of His story, tears come harder and faster. By the end, my entire face is drenched. For the first time I realized that I am a true princess.
In a blink, I was back on Daddy's lap. “Want to fly again My little princess?” He asked.
Finding the answer in my heart, He bounded to His feet with me in His arms. This time, instead of merely hefting me over His head, He thrust me into the air. An exhilarated shout escaped from my lips. I began to hover longer and longer. I pushed into Daddy’s arms, “I want to fly with you!” I insisted, unwilling to be so far from Him, even to fly. Taking His large hand in mine, we eased into the air. Only moments passed then worship was done and I knew my time with Him was nearing an end.
Words cannot accurately describe this experience. They're woefully inadequate. It is one thing to read another person's account and have your heart moved, it is quite another to be a part of an experience such as this. If you see images while you worship, embrace them and see where they lead. Perhaps Daddy is waiting for you.
Moses wrote one of the most popular Psalms in the Bible. It begins by declaring that we should dwell in the Secret Place:
He that dwells in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty...... (Psalms 91)Moses, who visited with God face-to-face, wouldn't have begun this Psalm this way, if it wasn't God's will for all to visit Him in the Secret Place. I pray that the Lord opens the door as you set aside time to focus on Him! God has had me create a "Roadmap to Heaven" to help you get there. It is free on Amazon world-wide.
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Believers' Boot Camp series
Many people think of boot camp as a place you train for combat. Any veteran will tell you that basic training is about three things:
- Knowing what weapons are available
- Learning how to use those weapons
- Receiving orders and following them
Believer’s Boot Camp series is a collection of books which teach us how to hear more clearly from God with the goal to ready ourselves for a face-to-face meeting with our Lord, Jesus. The series reveals the “weapons and tools” God has given us and how to use them, so we can bring God’s kingdom to Earth. Each book in the series focuses on a single topic to clearly define one tool or weapon from our Heavenly Father.
The series uses the Word of God to reveal all that He has given us through Jesus. The Bible is our instruction manual and the Holy Spirit is our guide to understanding it.