It has been said that a daughter is always her Daddy’s girl. Whether he is, or has been, present or absent, lovingly involved or callously aloof, warm and affectionate or coldly indifferent, there is the hope of a dream woven tightly within a daughter’s heart, that she and her Daddy would know something truly special within their relationship. I sometimes hear adult women still refer to their fathers as “Daddy.” For me, it creates an intimate picture of that desired “specialness.” For many daughters though, their dream is never fulfilled, and yet the longing persists. I believe that longing can be fulfilled for every daughter within a relationship with God.
The death of Jesus secures for those who personally acknowledge their need of forgiveness, the reality of that forgiveness, and a relationship with His own Father in which the Father adopts us as His chosen children. God becomes for His children that which is so beautifully portrayed in the New Testament, our Daddy. Although “Daddy” and “Father” are both always linked in Scripture, one is a state of relationship, and the other is the essence of that relationship. “Abba” is the Aramaic word that means “Papa” or “Daddy.” Vine’s Complete Expository Dictionary tells us that “Abba” has practically become a proper name. Since we are not Aramaic, the equivalent proper name within our own culture is “Daddy.” Vine’s also says, “Abba is the word framed by the lips of infants, and betokens unreasoning trust; ‘father’ expresses an intelligent apprehension of the relationship. The two together express the love and intelligent comprehension of the child.”
The agonized cry of Jesus in Gethsemane pleaded before His Daddy. For the believer, Daddy is the privileged response of that daughter to the testimony of the indwelling Spirit of God. Jesus came to His Daddy with chosen obedience, but a heavy heart, alone in the knowledge and fierce turmoil of the cup that was already beginning to empty. The believer is given the freedom to come with an assured heart of expectancy, void of fear, and unquestioning of the open arms of her Daddy. Warren Wiersbe asserts, “While believers today would not use that term in public, it does belong to us because we belong to Him.” I highly respect Warren Wiersbe and his teachings, but I wonder if the essence of the relationship that does belong to us would be more fully realized, if we simply called our Father, Daddy.