It’s a typical operating day at the hospital and I’m almost done with the surgery, when my phone rings, the intern who’s standing nearby answers my phone to take the message for me. He conveys to the unknown caller that I’m scrubbed in for a surgery, but on the loudspeaker I hear, “Where is my papa?”.
Listening to the voice, I step aside to speak to my daughter. I figure out that she’s called me from her day-care, since she has my number memorized, it’s easy for her to contact me. Eventually, I tell her that I’ll call back in a while.

Just for a moment imagine that you call up your heavenly Father only to be answered by an angel and informed that the Father is currently occupied with the superannuation of a star into a blackhole! Thankfully, this will never be the case, as brilliantly expressed by these lyrics,
“You hold the weight of the world,Still i don’t slip through your hands.
You put the stars in the sky.You know every grain of sand.
But you reach for me
With a love that quiets all my fears.”
Reach by Peter Furler.
If an earthly father rejoices in listening to the voice of his child in the midst of his mundane work, how much more our Father in heaven rejoices when we speak to Him. If only we could exploit enough the free access we have to the Father!
Psalms 36:5-6 MSG
[5-6] God’s love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic, His purpose titanic, his verdicts oceanic. Yet in his largeness nothing gets lost; Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks.
https://bible.com/bible/97/psa.36.5-6.MSG
God bless 😎


