Who is Your Daddy?

A couple days ago, I heard a story that really touched my heart

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The setting for this particular story is one of my favorite places, Gatlinburg, Tennessee, where a seminary professor was vacationing with his wife. While having breakfast one morning the couple noticed a very distinguished looking man moving from table to table as he visited with the guests.

Being on vacation, it was the professor’s first impulse to hope that the man would not stop at his table and interrupt their breakfast but as luck would have it, he did just that.
“Where are you folks from?”
 “Oklahoma,” they answered.
 “Great to have you here in Tennessee,” the man said.

“What do you do for a living?” The man answered that he taught at a seminary.
 “So you teach preachers how to preach. Well, I have a great story for you,” and the man pulled up a chair and sat down at the couple’s table.

Now if you’ve ever been in Gatlinburg, you know that it is surrounded by the Smokies, and the man said, “See that mountain over there?” Not far from the base of that mountain there was a boy born to an unwed mother. “He had a hard time growing up because everywhere he went he was always asked the same question. ‘Who’s your daddy?’” The little boy would hide from the other students at recess and at lunch time; he would avoid going into stores because that question always followed him, “Hey, boy, who’s your daddy?”

When he was about twelve years old, his church hired a new preacher. The boy would come in late and slip out early to avoid the question. One day the new preacher said the benediction so fast that the boy was caught and had to walk out with the crowd. Sure enough, as the boy walked by the preacher, he put his hand on his shoulder and said, “Who’s your daddy, son?” The whole church became quite and the boy could feel every eye looking at him. Finally, everyone would hear the answer to the awful question. Thankfully, the preacher sensed something was wrong and with kindness turned to the scared little boy and said, “Wait a minute! I know who you are because I can see the family resemblance now. You are a child of God!” The preacher patted the boy’s shoulder and said, “Boy, you’ve got a great inheritance. Go and claim it.” With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a log time and walked out the door a changed person.

From then on he answered the question by saying, “I am a child of God.” With that the distinguished man stood up from the table and said, “You know, if that new preacher hadn’t told me that I was one of God’s children I probably never would have amounted to anything.” And he walked away.

The professor and his wife were stunned. They called their waitress and asked her if she knew the man who had just left their table. “Of course. Everyone here knows him. That’s Ben Hooper, the governor of Tennessee.”

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"Who is your daddy?"
A question that I am afraid to hear when the children and I meet new people.
A question that my children and I have to face, with emotion and tears hidden most of the time.
A question that every single mother wishes to avoid.
A question that hurts.

During the early days, one thing that I kept reassuring my children with was your earthly daddy is now in Heaven, so you have 2 daddies in Heaven. But since you are still living on earth, you have to know that you still have an earthly Daddy, God Himself who loves you more that daddy and mommy can ever love you and who is with you in every single moment. He will help you whenever you need help. Isn't that awesome?

It was painful. Many times I had to say it with tears that slowly turned into faith.

3.5 years later, daughters of God, son of God, children of God, that's what I always call them now.

"Who is your daddy?"
A question that heals.
A declaration of faith.

So you have not received a spirit that makes you fearful slaves. 

Instead, you received God’s Spirit when he adopted you as his own children.

Now we call him, “Abba, Father.”

For his Spirit joins with our spirit to affirm that we are God’s children. 

And since we are his children, we are his heirs. 

In fact, together with Christ we are heirs of God’s glory. 

But if we are to share his glory, we must also share his suffering.

Romans 8

For my fellow solo moms, I pray that God will continue to enlarge your heart and give you more than strength to move forward and to believe that your children are His. Let there be no room in your heart for fear and worry.


You are My child. Simply call Me Abba, Father.
I am your Daddy.



For His Glory~