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Father to the Fatherless

But you, O God, do see trouble and grief; you consider it to take it in hand. The victim commits himself to you; you are the helper of the fatherless…. You hear, O Lord, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry, defending the fatherless and the oppressed, in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more. Psalm 10:14, 17-18

Sing to God, sing praise to his name, extol him who rides on the clouds—his name is the LORD—and rejoice before him. A father to the fatherless, defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families, he leads forth the prisoners with singing;... Psalms 68:4-6a

Go to God

Father God,
You are my heavenly Father, my true Father…that has been one of the huge things I have come to realize over these past five years. You are so great and powerful, yet You are a Father to Your children, defender of the widow, setting the lonely in families, and leading prisoners with song. You are so righteous, great, and almighty—no one and nothing can stand against You, but to Your children, You are caring, tender, and loving. I really didn’t have an earthly dad…he was too messed up to be a parent, but You are all the Father I ever need. You have been so very gracious and merciful to me. Thank You for how You have blessed me, taken me for You own, and gave me a life and relationship with You that is so much more than anything this world could offer.

adapted from Jan Merkel's prayer journal

Because I am Your child, I will …


  1. Because I am your child, I will do all things with you in mind. Always striving to please you and feeling regret and shame when I don't. Then feeling so deeply loved knowing that you forgive me.

  2. Because I am your child, I will make an effort to be open to seeing you as my father though it's not always easy to see you this way. I guess it's easier to see you as God.


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