Does God Really See You the Way a Father Sees His Child

God does not wait for us to become worthy of His love; He lovingly embraces us as His children, calling us to live in the confidence of His compassion rather than the fear of rejection.

A LETTER FROM YOUR FATHER

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As a father has compassion for his children, so the Lord has compassion for those who fear him.

Psalm 103:13

പിതാവിനു മക്കളോടെന്ന പോലെ കര്‍ത്താവിനു തന്റെ ഭക്‌തരോട്‌ അലിവു തോന്നുന്നു.

സങ്കീര്‍ത്തനങ്ങള്‍ 103:13

MEANING

This verse teaches that God’s compassion toward those who revere him is not distant or dutiful but personal and tender, like a good father’s love for his own child. The Hebrew word behind “compassion” carries the sense of deep, gut-level tenderness, the kind a parent feels toward a helpless infant. To fear the Lord, in this verse, is not to cower from him but to be drawn close and held by him.

CONTEXT

Psalm 103 is one of David’s most personal hymns of praise, likely written in his later years as he reflected on God’s faithfulness across a lifetime. Verses 8 to 14 echo God’s own self-description to Moses in Exodus 34:6-7 as “compassionate and gracious.” Here David, speaking to his own soul and to Israel, contrasts human frailty with the steady, fatherly tenderness of God who remembers “we are dust” and loves us anyway.

Today’s reflection is written by Johnbritto Kurusumuthu, inspired by the verse shared this morning (05 August 2026), by His Excellency, the Rt. Rev. Dr Selvister Ponnumuthan—a cherished practice he has faithfully continued for over three years.

A Letter From Your Father

My dear Reuben,

I know this week has been heavy on you. I saw you last night, staring at the ceiling long after everyone else had gone quiet, running the numbers on a problem I already know the ending to. You didn’t say anything to me. You rarely do, until it’s too late for words. But I want you to know, I was not far. I was not waiting for you to get it together before I came close. I was already close.

There is a verse an old shepherd-king once wrote about me, and I want you to hear it the way it was meant, not as information but as an embrace: as a father has compassion for his children, so I have compassion for you. Not the way the world uses that word, a polite sympathy from a safe distance. The word is older and rougher than that. It is the ache a mother feels low in her body when her child cries in another room. It is the reflex of a father who does not think twice before running.

You have spent so long believing that my love for you had to be earned back after every failure, that reverence for me meant flinching. It doesn’t. Fear of the Lord, Reuben, was never meant to make you smaller. It was meant to make you safe enough to stop pretending. The very psalm this letter comes from says it plainly a few lines later: I know how you are formed, I remember you are dust. I am not shocked by your weakness. I built you with it.

Think of the boy who took his inheritance and ran, the one my Son told stories about. His father did not wait at the door with a list of consequences. He was watching the road. And when he saw the shape of his son from far off, before a single apology had left the boy’s mouth, he was already running. That is not a parable about a reckless son. It is a parable about me.

You ask me sometimes, quietly, whether I get tired of you circling back to the same failures. Isaiah asked me something similar once, on behalf of people who felt forgotten. Can a mother forget the baby at her breast, I said through him, and even if she could, I will not forget you. Paul told the Romans that you were not given a spirit of fear again, but the spirit of adoption, by which you call me Abba. Not Sovereign. Not Judge. Abba. That is a child’s word. Use it.

So here is what I am asking you tonight, Reuben. Stop rehearsing your case before you come to me. Stop assuming the door is only cracked open. Ask yourself honestly: have you been living like an orphan trying to earn a place at my table, or like a son who already has a seat? What would change in you today if you actually believed I ran toward you, not away, in your worst moment?

Talk to me the way you’d talk to a father who already loves you. Tell me what’s actually heavy. I already know it, but I want to hear it from you, because that is what closeness sounds like. And when you rise tomorrow, rise like a son who knows the door is open, not a servant hoping to be noticed.

I am not finished with you. I was never disappointed in the way you feared. Come close.

Your Father

Reuben, wherever this finds you today, walk out the door like a child who has already been embraced, not one still trying to prove he belongs. That posture changes everything.

Memorable takeaway for Reuben and for every one of you reading this: you were never meant to earn what a father freely runs to give.

This is reflection number 212 of 2026 on the Rise & Inspire blog, Wake-up Calls category, and post 1108 in an unbroken daily streak.

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