I want my children to know who they really are.
I want them to recognize those things within themselves that make them unique in a way no one else can be.
I want them to feel connected to themselves and their Creator.
I want them to not struggle with knowing who they are.
I want them to know they belong always with us and to God.
I don’t want them to be lonely or afraid.
I want them to rest in knowing we are always here for them and we will never reject them no matter what.
This is love.
It isn’t dependent on anything.
It doesn’t require anything.
It simply just is.
Why do I struggle so much with knowing God wants all the same things for His Children?
Why do I feel so much fear about the uncertainty of things?
Why do I get lost and confused when the outlook is bleak?
The nature of our humanity wants to be in control.
It does not like to wait.
It wants to see the solution.
It experiences great pain when it can’t.
God knows that our humanity is dust.
We get blown away by every wind of change.
For those of us who have not experienced a good example of earthly parents, God knows especially how strong our need for control is? He sees our despair when we just can’t hold it all together anymore.
He is a Father to the fatherless.
He keeps our tears in a bottle, because we are the apple of His eye.
Deep in my heart I know this, but my brain shouts so loud at times I can’t hear it.
I need to be kind to myself and wait for the voices in my head to die down.
How can I trust Him when all I’ve ever been able to trust is myself? When so much in my life has ended badly? My own control hasn’t worked out so well either.
How can I know who He is really when I am regularly reminded of a man who taught me how to twist His words in the one place I learn about Him the most in church? It’s very hard to get past ten years of verses, experiences and songs that ended in such a bad way. Our memory is such a part of our everyday lives. So many of our decisions are based on good or bad experiences that we have had. The profound life changing experiences I’ve had with God are what keep me going back despite all of the memories. The relationships with others in the past who have brought me joy keep me encouraging me to not give up on the church.
Gradually I’m beginning to see that God is a good Father who wants to give us good gifts.
He wants us to know who we are.
He wants us to see our uniqueness and know that we matter.
He wants us to know we belong to Him.
He expects nothing in return.
His love isn’t dependent on anything.
It just is.
Perfect love without fear of punishment.
Dust brought together.
The wind blows away only what isn’t necessary anymore.
What’s left is who I really am in Him.
If I chase the wind to catch what is blowing away, I am bringing more pain to myself.
New life calls me to move forward despite the past.
It is hard.
But it is the only way.
To find myself.
To find others who care.
To find Him.
Father, light the path and lead the way with your goodness and mercy.
“You parents—if your children ask for a loaf of bread, do you give them a stone instead? Or if they ask for a fish, do you give them a snake? Of course not! So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give good gifts to those who ask him.
Matthew 7:9-11 NLT