A Walk on the Beach

A few weeks ago, I chose to spend some time sitting still and enjoying God’s presence--not reading, not singing, not praying, only being.  It’s not easy for a type-A person like me to depart from my “To Do List” and just “do nothing.”  Our time together is so sweet and most always leaves me feeling refreshed and recharged.  This time was no different. In my mind’s eye I saw Jesus walking on the beach with me.  I saw only our backs.  Every so often, I would stop and write in the sand why I was unworthy—unworthy of His love, unworthy of His attention, and unworthy to be in such a close relationship with Him.  Jesus didn’t stop to wait for me as I wrote, He just kept slowly walking.  As soon as I’d finish writing or sometimes before I even finished, a wave would come and wash away my excuses.  I ran ahead catching up to Jesus so I could walk beside him and hold His hands.  Several times I stopped to write but each time His response was the same and the waves erased my list of faults.  When I finally gave up writing and focused on walking with him, He turned to face me looking into my eyes with a smiling face of radiance and eyes of love.

Even as I’m writing this, I realize that He is teaching me what it means to be a daughter.  A daddy (a healthy and whole one) loves to hold his daughter’s hand and spend time with her.  A daddy already knows many of his daughter’s weaknesses, but his love for her keeps him from always focusing on the negative and breaking her spirit.  Certainly part of his job is bringing correction, but He patiently waits for the right time and then he gently guides.  Their relationship is more important than correcting her faults.

Thank You, God, that you desire a relationship with me more than you desire perfection.  Thank You for seeing beyond my faults, especially when I keep reminding You about them.  Thank You for accepting me and loving me just the way I am and for patiently guiding my path and forming my character.  I know that the more time we spend together, the more I become like You.

I Call You My Daughter

A few weeks ago during my quiet time, I heard God’s voice say, “I call you my daughter.”  It didn’t sound like a great revelation.   I thought I was pretty familiar with the concept of “daughter.”  I knew I was a daughter of my Heavenly Father.  I am a daughter of my earthly parents.  I have daughters.  The word “daughter” is in the name of our ministry.  But God wanted to show me more. I call you daughter.  That name carries blessings:

Love— I don’t give you just any love, but I give you My sacrificial and unconditional love. Intimacy— I know your strengths and weaknesses.  I long to spend time with you. Access— You have access to Me—anytime, anywhere.  I choose to be available for you. Pleasure— Just looking at you brings a smile to My face.  You’re a delight to Me. Inheritance— Whatever I have is yours.  You may choose not to accept the inheritance, but I offer it to you. Belonging— No matter how alone you feel, you belong to Me and to My family. Blessing— It is My design that daughters—and sons—be blessed by their parents, affirmed and confident because of their family connection.

On paper, the concepts weren’t new, but somehow the simple truth touched my heart.  I felt as if I had been given a million dollars!  In that moment, I felt the enormous privilege and honor of being a daughter to my beloved Father.  It spoke deep into my being.  I was also inspired to pass on my revelation to my own daughters, so that they will always remember who they are and what it means to be a daughter.  Today, I share it with you in hopes that God will use these simple words to reveal to your heart what it means to be a daughter—or son—of our Heavenly Father.

I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are Mine.  Isaiah 43:1b