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A Dearly Loved Daughter

Last week we celebrated both the first anniversary of our granddaughter’s move to heaven and the 32nd birthday of one of our sons.  Both of these events bring memories that stir in my thoughts about being a dearly loved child of God.

During Emmeline’s last weeks, her mother would read to her in the evenings from the diaries she had written over her 11 years of life.  My husband and I were honored to be included at these precious times of sharing, including funny things she did and said and poignant memories like the time when she came to faith in Christ.  I am impressed and amazed that my daughter-in-law took the time and care in the midst of her super-busy life to write down all these things which she could then share to show her love and delight in her daughter and the details of her life. 

I wonder if God is keeping a journal of the life of me, his daughter, anticipating with a tender smile the day when he will share it with me and I’ll finally see my life from his wise, powerful and loving perspective. He would explain to me why he allowed me to struggle with acceptance at certain stages, how he built character in my life, how he worked behind the scenes to provide when it seemed impossible, and maybe also ways in which I have unknowingly been able to bless someone.

For our son Brent’s birthday, I put together an album on Facebook from his first 19 years of life, recalling events, friends, and situations that would be meaningful to him.  It was delightful going through those photos and reliving the feelings I have had for him as a newborn, then as he grew up and found his way in life, and now is a godly and responsible husband and father. 

I wonder if God has a collection of photos of me (not the same ones that are in my parents’ albums) through the stages of my life, starting at conception, that he will share with me someday.  He would show me how he planned every detail of of my appearance, interests, abilities, life circumstances, and every single day of my life.  He would tell me how beautiful I am in his sight, both inside and out.  He would tell me how he has seen my heart that tried to serve him even when it turned out so awkwardly.  He would reassure me that he always loved me through my ugly times. He would tell me how he’s kept my picture and my artwork “on his fridge” through the years and how much he values me just for who I am, for who he made me! 

Dear friends, we are already God’s children, but he has not yet shown us what we will be like when Christ appears. But we do know that we will be like him, for we will see him as he really is.  And all who have this eager expectation will keep themselves pure, just as he is pure.  (1 John 3:2-3 NLT)

(To clarify:  The fact that I am God’s child is based totally on my relationship with Jesus Christ.  I am trusting in his forgiveness for my sin–punished on the cross–to make me acceptable to God.  I am eternally grateful to God for lovingly and wisely providing this means for me to be reconciled to him, and now I delight in the privilege of being his daughter. 
          “He came into the very world he created, but the world didn’t recognize him. He came to his own people, and even they rejected him. But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God.”  John 1.10-12 NLT)

Hanging Out with God

“I Miss My Time with You” is a song I heard again this morning in which Jesus longs for the company of one who has grown too busy for Him.  Then later a colleague shared that we are actually God’s prized possession (Ephesians 1:11-18).  It blows my mind that God would so highly value my company!

But then I pictured myself on a rare visit to my grandchildren.  (I maintain that God gave us earthly families to help us understand His family.)  How would I feel if one of them just ran past my chair with a quick wave as she hurried off to play with friends or work on a project?  Or accepted my gift with a mumbled thanks and then spent the rest of the day focused on the gift instead of the giver?

Instead I long for them to sit in my lap, whisper secrets in my ear, invite me to play their favorite game, and go looking for me when I’m out of sight. 

That’s how God feels about me.  In love

In Daddy’s Arms

Our son was calming his fussy two-month-old daughter. As soon as he started singing “Jesus Loves Me,” she stopped crying and fixed her full attention on his face.

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Then her daddy proceeded to tell her some important things: 

Daddy:  Hi Cadence.  I love you!

Baby:  hee…eeeh

Daddy:  You’re my little girl.  Yes you are.  My precious little daughter.

Baby:  Ooo…eh.

Daddy: I’m your Daddy.

Baby:  (cries more)

Daddy:  (Cuddles her.)  “You gotta calm down.”  (Sings in her ear.)

C:  He…he…he.  (Lays her head on his shoulder.)

Okay now, replay the same scenario but with different actors!  Now I am the baby and God is my Daddy.    

He tells me I am His precious, beloved daughter.  He sings to me, holds me in his arms, close to his heart, whispers in my ear, soothes my troubled soul.

And I?  I don’t comprehend all His words but I do understand that I am loved and that He is strong and everything’s going to be okay. 

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