Judy the Bully dominated the pecking order of little girls on East 81st Street. I was the youngest of the crew. The tag-along.
I’m not sure what I did to incite her wrath, but Judy had it in for me. It may have been my 4-year old stature or her inner quest for power. But whatever it was, Judy unleashed her fury on me one day with a punch to the mouth. Cutting my lip and blackening my front tooth.
My cries reached my daddy’s ears. He stopped everything and came running. You could hear his heavy footsteps bounding across the yard. He reached down and took hold of me. He rescued me from my powerful enemy by having a good talk with the other dad. Seeing my battle scars, the wrath of God had been unleashed. Nobody better mess with his baby girl!
Whether my dad was bigger than Judy’s didn’t matter. My father fought this battle for me. Judy never bothered me again, although I would scamper in the opposite direction whenever she looked my way. When her family moved to another neighborhood, all of us kids celebrated her departure!
Judy was gone, but she had left her mark. My enemy’s scar revealed every time I smiled. A lasting remembrance of my first and last encounter with a fist. Thank God for baby teeth.
I always believed my dad was bigger and better than all the rest. But this was the first time I saw his anger toward my enemy. He fought for me. He became my knight in shining armor. My protector. My advocate. I knew he loved me!
My earthly father provided a beautiful picture of my Heavenly Father that I’m reminded of very time I read Psalm 18. It’s a lovely word picture David penned about his Warrior God. The God who fought for him and delivered him from his enemies.
In my distress I called to the Lord; I cried to my God for His help. From His temple He heard my voice; my cry came before Him, into his ears. The earth trembled and quaked because He was angry. He parted the heavens and came down. He reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters; He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes who were too strong for me.
When I read that scripture, I’m reminded of Dad rescuing his 4-year old princess. Reminded how he was there for me no matter what. The one I could count on for protection and provision. Of course, I realize a far greater power has been taking care of me all my life. The Lord is a Warrior and because He is for me, no one can be against me. The mention of His name sends my enemy fleeing. I’m thankful that my earthly daddy showed me what it meant to be loved and protected by a Heavenly Father..
What threatening circumstances are you facing today? You have a Warrior Father on your side. Fighting for you. Preserving your life. Scattering your enemies. Rescuing you from your powerful foes.
All you have to do is cry out and He will come running. That’s how much your Daddy loves you!
Happy Father’s Day to all you Warrior Daddies out there!