A Beloved Child

The other night when I was putting G and Baby Z to bed, I started praying. Now this is not an unusual occurrence for me. I have admitted before that my “serious” prayer time is usually at night. This is just how it works out for this season of our lives. I have great dreams of waking before the children and getting in some morning prayer time, but it’s just not our reality.

Anyways, as I was sitting there, actually spending some real, quality time with God, I heard Him speak. Now, we all experience God in our own ways and in different manners. Sometimes it is just a feeling, or an emotion, but other times, it’s actual words. I’m going to admit something else here that is a bit painful. It’s been a while since I have heard Him actually speak. It’s not because He hasn’t been talking, I’m afraid I just haven’t been listening closely enough. I have started reading my Bible again on a fairly regular basis. I try to read a quick chapter at night, again, after the kids are in bed and, mostly, asleep. Remember how I said I have outgrown my bonsai faith? Well, never has this been more evident to me than in the past week. I have been hearing His voice for the past couple of nights and after such a long period of not actually hearing, it has been like water to my parched soul. It has been such a wonderful thing. I missed hearing His voice. I missed hearing what He has to say to me. And boy, has He been talking now that I am actually listening!

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Copyright RosesatDawn 2018

So as I sat there, I was hit with this passage.

Matthew 3:17

“And behold, a voice from heaven said,

“This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.”

Now the significance of this passage for me was the fact that one word was changed. Just one word changed the whole, entire meaning for me. It no longer became just that passage in the Bible where God revealed Himself to His Son and told EVERYONE that He was pleased with His Son. Oh no, it became much more. It became about me. Me, personally. Instead of “This is my beloved Son” it became, “This is my beloved Child”. And God was talking about me. I am His beloved child. I may stumble, I may fall, over and over and over again, but I am still His beloved child in whom He is pleased.

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Copyright RosesatDawn 2018

When we search for God, we always, inevitably find Him. He always makes Himself known to us. If we search diligently, He will not fail us. For we are His beloved children. All of us. We are not perfect like Jesus, but God loves us just the same. God loves me as He loves His Son, because I am His child. Just as Jesus is His child, so am I and everyone in this world. We are all children of God and He loves EACH and EVERY single one of us. Such a simple concept, but so completely revolutionizing. Hold onto that knowledge, hold onto the fact that when we are doing God’s will, He is pleased with us, just as He was pleased with Jesus. He loves us, without fail and without wavering. Forever and ever.

What has God been saying to you lately?

 

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Happy Easter

Matthew 28:6

He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.

Come, see the place where the Lord lay.

So much hope in two little sentences.  Two teeny tiny sentences that show so much.  Firstly, He is not here.  Jesus, who was crucified, and died, is no longer laying in the tomb.  Secondly, for he is risen.  I can just imagine the look on the women’s faces.  What do you mean He is risen?  He died.  We all saw Him on the cross.  Hanging there, bleeding and in pain.  And then the last part of the first sentence, as he said.  What a tremendous reminder that God keeps His promises.  All of them, no matter how impossible they seem.  He keeps them.  And rising from the dead?  Forgiving all of our sins by that rising?  What a promise to keep!

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And the second sentence, Come, see the place where the Lord lay.  Again, a fulfillment of a promise and reiteration that Jesus is no longer dead.  He is alive!  Halleluiah!!!

How amazing it would have been to be among those women who first went to the Lord’s tomb.  To be filled with such sadness and despair, only to find that your worst nightmare has become your greatest joy!  To be able to go and actually see the empty tomb. To speak to an angel and hear from his mouth that Jesus is no longer dead! Halleluiah!!!

May everyone have a Happy and Blessed Easter! I pray that we all feel that same joy as the women at the tomb and remember all the promises that God has fulfilled in our own lives.

Philippians 4:4

Rejoice in the Lord always: and again, I say, Rejoice.