There’s always been something so scary to me about being intimately known by my Daddy God. Thinking of Him being ridiculously fond of me seems…bizarre. Why would He? But lately, one tiny step at a time, my tiny little son is opening my heart up to being okay with Papa God’s crazy love for me. His unexplainable wild delight in me, His girl, even with all my quirks and frights. His creation.
You aren’t big enough to wreck it in one single day—especially not when you hand all the pieces over to the One who is bigger than the messy minutes of the day. He blends the pieces you give Him together beautifully and adds a silver lining. I. WILL. TRUST. HIM. For myself and for my kiddos. That’s a choice I get to make at the end of every day. And I still choose being a mom.
This morning as I walked in the rain, I kept thinking about what a kind Daddy God I have and His thoughts over me. So kind in fact that He COMMANDS His loving kindness towards me. (Psalms 42:8) In the last part of that same verse it says that His songs will be with me in the night…
I’ve been a sucker this week for letting “future dance” worries steal the current dance moves and twirls. It has been a bit chaotic in my head and heart. I forgot gratitude and everything else I thought I had. I fumbled and fell. But I am rising again! I find Him in the chaos and muddled thoughts. He comes faithfully and I allow myself to feel His presence as He wraps His arms around me when I come to my senses and just call and acknowledge His nearness; acknowledge that He is never far, He is always here, even when I don’t feel it.