Oh, Father Bless Me Too by Helen Khan

You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Psalm 139:5

It was Esau’s cry 4000 years ago and that cry still goes out today. Children who are abused, who are abandoned, children who have never received their Daddy’s blessing cry out. Some parents have never been blessed, so they don’t know how to extend a blessing to their child. Or maybe they are not around to love their child, validate them the way a child needs validation from both their parents.

In some countries, girls are considered a curse, a liability, they are unwanted. I know a dear young lady who wished desperately that she should have been born a boy because she never received a blessing from her father. He would beat her, call her names and curse the day she was born a girl. She even considered death sweeter than living life as a girl.

But then someone pointed her to Psalm 139. She learned that God loved her, and he had her life in his hands. When his love washed over her, she felt his hand of blessing upon her head. She got from her Heavenly Father the blessing her earthly father could not give her.

Maybe you are one that has felt the curse of man upon you. Maybe you feel that no one loves you. Maybe it’s a parent that doesn’t love you, or a spouse. Maybe you are abused, emotionally abandoned. Well the Lord of the universe, the Almighty puts his hand of blessing upon you.

In the part of the world where I live, hand blessing is common. In our locality there was an old man, around 100 years old who would often walk his water buffaloes to and from fields. Or he would (meet) us on the road as he was walking, or he would drop by our house for a visit. The greeting always included a blessing. We would dutifully lower our heads so he would place his hand upon our heads and invoking the name of God (in his case Allah), he blessed us. Mind you, my husband and I are in our sixties, we are not little children. He even said his buffaloes prayed for us. (Well, I doubt that, but that was his way of blessing us.)

And so, it is with God, when we bow our heads before him, he puts his hand upon our head and blesses us. We humble ourselves, give him all our worries, anxieties, ourselves and he blesses us, extending the hand of blessing.

I want it, don’t you?

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