Beloved Child,
I’ve spent most of your time on earth trying to convince you of my love. We didn’t have that problem when we were together in heaven before I formed you in your mother’s womb. We were great friends and were in constant communication. And I want the same thing with you now.
But it’s so hard to get your attention. You keep looking at your scars. I’m looking at your wounds. You keep looking at the marks you bear. I’m looking at the tales they each tell. You keep looking at your sins.
And all I see is Jesus.
I see the wounds he bore to free you, the stripes he wore to heal you, the blood he shed to deliver you. You look at your outfit. I look at the righteousness in which you’re clothed.
And all I see is Jesus.
I see the love he has for you. I hear the prayers he prays for you. I see the Advocate he left for you. You look at your lack and I see the inheritance you have as a joint heir with Him. I have loved you with an everlasting love and have established you in my love.
Don’t look down. It diminishes you. Don’t look back. It distracts you. Don’t look east or west. It slows you down. Look to me. Look up. Your face is engraved on the palms of my hands. And I love to see your face because when I look at you,
All I see is Jesus.
Your Loving Heavenly Father
Dorothy,
They are all beautiful. I’m using one to read, daily.
Liz
LikeLike
You’re sweet. I’m glad you’re enjoying them.
LikeLike