08 December 2011

How He loves us!

I say something to my self about how I'm not good enough, or whatever, and He speaks. Every. Time.

Beautiful Girl. My beautiful girl. Don't say that. You are every bit good enough, pretty enough, able.  I created you, remember? You don't determine your worth. Others most certainly do not. I do. Why isn't that enough for you? You are covered in my blood, I loved you enough to die for you. That's how much you are worth to me. You are worth dying for.
You were worth dying for even when you were still buried beneath the deepest of your sin. Even then, I loved you. And held out my hand to you.

How could he love me? Me, with all my failings. I ask. He speaks.
Oh, my precious daughter, princess girl. You are the dearly loved daughter of me, your Abba and King. How can you say what you do about something I made? You would not ever, ever say it about anyone else. How can you say it about your self? Oh, my daughter. I love you. You are mine. Let me tell you until you finally hear it. No one, and nothing, will ever change how much I love you. I think you are enough. Precious girl.Brave girl. Strong girl. Beautiful girl. You are a work of art in progress. I'm not done with you yet!

"Because you are precious in my eyes,
   and honored, and I love you,
I give men in return for you,
   peoples in exchange for your life.
 Fear not, for I am with you.."

(Isiah 43:4-5a)

He's not just saying this to me. It's every bit as much to you, my friends. We all fall in to the trap. He offers this to us all. How many times do we forget?
Thankfully, he's patient, even when we are not. This is my God. This is your God. This is the King of the Universe. This is for you. Right here. Right now.  You can't be good enough by yourself- but he Loves you. ANd when you accept that, accept Him, you are His. And that will never change.



1 comment:

  1. OH! How beautiful you are! Your words inspire my heart by pointing the WAY...Jesus Beauty is eternal. All else is ready for the grave and its worms. You are quite the woman, and it is my joy to "know" you.
    Write on!