Was just spending some time in the secret place when an image swept over me.
About how the Father is like the proud dad at the sports carnival. Cheering the kid on who’s running a race or something.
And He’s just going: “Wow! Look at that kid. That’s MY kid. Go go go!”
All excited. Jumping and running along the side with me. Enthusiastic.
The Father sings and dances over me. He rejoices and delights in me.
He’s proud of me.
The Creator of the heavens and the earth does all of that for me. Say what?!
And as if that’s not enough…
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.
(James 1:17-18 NIV)
Every good and perfect gift.
The Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.
Birth through the word of truth.
So that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.
“Hi kid, I love you. Please have all this amazing stuff. Yes, ALL of it.”
(okay maybe not those exact words. probably something more poetic hurhur. but you get it.)