Had lunch with the parents yesterday at some hawker centre. Dad finished his food first and asked me if I wanted sugarcane. It’s been awhile since we drank that.
“Sure”, I replied. Off he went. aiyah. Forgot to ask him to put lemon in it. The folks prefer sugarcane plain, I like it with lemon. Oh well. I’ll make do with the plain one.
Dad came back with a glass of sugarcane drink. I saw a vague yellow shape inside the glass. Oh? Lemon? Could it be? Tasted the lemon inside. Shiok. And I thought, wow, after so long, my dad still remembers my preference without me telling him. He got me what I like, even when I didn’t specify it.
and right there and then I just thought, this is our heavenly Father. God knows us best. He knows what we like. and if our earthly fathers know how to give us good things, what more our heavenly Father?
My dad’s mostly like a typical Asian dad. Earns the money, seldom shows loves or gives compliments. Doesn’t hug his children, at least, not since we were older. But I just thank God that there are these times where I can see God’s love for me in his actions.
I think we all yearn for our father’s love and approval. I don’t think a dad can ever love his children too much. We grow, we are nourished by the Father’s love. We feed on it. and that’s what I wanna do more of. Feed myself, and grow.