For years I believed the lie that I was not enough, my background was not enough, my family was not enough, and my real story was not enough. I felt like I was too different, and no one understood the real me.
My daughter, there is one thing I need to tell you. You need not strive. Working hard is good. Serving Me, with your life, with your heart, thinking of others more than yourself, is good.
My daughter, I see you. I know where you’ve been. I know where you’re going. I know you are grown, and that you are afraid and you still feel a little girl inside. Do you know I call you to be free? Do you know it breaks my heart to see you in such pain?
It’s a new year. There is a clean slate in front of you and endless possibilities. A year from now, when you look back on these next several months, what do you want to see? Do you want to see that you made a difference in this world and in God’s Kingdom?
Every year, we’re inundated with the latest get-fit-quick fads and tips to become a “new you” in the New Year. It can be exhausting trying to reinvent ourselves every January to keep up with who the world thinks we should be. Our striving and struggling rarely results in acceptance or fulfillment. Instead, people assign new labels to us that only make us question our identity more.
My daughter, my delight, you don’t need to compare yourself to one single person. There is a wedding coming, a wedding where you are dressed completely, by my love. You are surrounded by my love. You walk deeper in my love.
This day is not ordinary. This day may be one of quiet or chaos, challenge or rest. But no moment is ordinary. It may be familiar. It may be predictable. It may make you frustrated and angry, discouraged and sad. It may be one where you see hope, hope all around. It may be the […]
I love beginnings. I love surprises. I love hope. I love family. I love children. I love my children. I love the stories of my family, all my children, and how each moment is another day of beginning. It is another birth, another white page. And in the beginning there was no color, and I added color. […]
My daughter, you are the one I made. You are the one I crafted. You are the one I adorn with garlands, with beauty I see, with beauty that sweeps Me off my feet.
I love you.
My daughter, I am your strength. No matter where you go and where you turn, my love for you does not change. I want to be with you.
I am not obligated to love you because I am your Father. It is not something I have to do. But I do.