Knowing My Father's Knock

A little while ago, I was proofreading a post on a different blog of mine when I heard a familiar knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and I never get any visitors. Yet, I said outloud in a low voice "Daddy??". My dad has a particular kind of knock with a certain rhythm to it and he has always done it this way. I don't remember ever paying close attention to what kind of knock different people have so it was strange when I instantly heard a sound that made me think of my father.

I went to answer the door and discovered that I was correct in my assumption of it being my dad at the door. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss and said "Hello, Goot!" as he always does. (Goot is a nickname he has called me since I was born. He told me a few years ago that this word meant "good" in German.) Dad said he just wanted to come over and check on me to make sure I was o.k. Then, he complimented how cozy my little house is and I gave him a quick tour of my daughter's room with the latest positioning of the furniture (which I constantly change around). He smiled as he looked around the room and touched her furniture. We then walked outside and finished our conversation as he got in the truck to leave. As he pulled away, he waved to me with a smile and blew kisses at me until he was out of sight.

This makes me think of God and what a wonderful loving father He is to me.

My heart is the door to my soul and God knocks on it everyday. Unfortunately, I don't answer the door as often as I should. Yet, He still continues to knock. He just wants to check on me and make sure I'm o.k. When I open my heart (door), my Father (God) greets me with hugs and kisses and compliments on anything I've done right. He calls me by my name. The name He knew before my parents did. He looks to see what I've done to prepare for my daughter. He smiles with pride as he looks around the room. God doesn't leave my heart unless I push Him out the "door". God loves to have my constant attention, so He chooses to stay and blow kisses to me and wave with a smile on His face. God is just crazy about me because I am His daughter and He loves me. He is always there to protect me and to discipline me when I need it. He leaves me love notes in the form of people (especially little people) all the time. Sometimes I am too busy doing stupid things to notice these love notes but that doesn't stop Him from sending them.

Do you know your Father's knock? Will you answer the "door"? He loves you, you know!