I was gone this past Monday, and I guess my husband stepped in to make my daughter’s lunch for work, just ‘cause. He cut her an apple, but he informed her he was going to use the “daddy cut”, which means slicing the apple in half and then cutting a wedge to remove the core.
We’ve had arguments about the best way to core an apple, and I assure him my way is right.
But she looked at me and said, It tasted better the way dad cut it.
I think it tasted better because of the affection required for a dad to voluntarily make a sack lunch for his 18-year-old daughter.
Someone recently asked me if God is affectionate, because it just doesn’t feel like it in the Bible.
I said, Yes, he is.
At the time I had no Bible verse to back it up, just 36 years of walking with God and feeling his tenderness toward me.
Like yesterday when I was feeling overwhelmed by everything in my life. In the moment I felt I couldn’t breathe with stress, the sky turned black and a torrent of rain came down. I went to the front porch and felt the power of the thunder, lightning, and driving hail.
And I felt God was bigger and more magnificent than all of my worries combined. The summer storm massaged the knots out of my soul.
That is the affection of God.
He sees me.
He communicates a little something special, in the way of fire in the sky and rumbling the earth and a deluge. His version of an apple wedge cut.
“…he cares for you.” (1 Peter 5:7 NIV)