I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
March 01, 2021
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I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
In spite of my sin. Despite my weakness and failures.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
Not because of my accomplishments or successes.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
Not because I performed well or said the right things.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
Not because of what I have done. Not because of what I haven't done.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
With all my inadequacies and insecurities. In all my mess.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
The lie that "I am not worth it" has gone on long enough!
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
Even though there are millions of other daughters out there, "better than me..." in every way.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
He loves ME. He loves ME. He loves ME.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
I do not earn this. I do not have to earn this. It is freely given. It has already been given.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
HE delights in me. He DELIGHTS in me. He delights in ME!
I vividly remember the moment when I asked Jesus in prayer, "Why did You suffer and die this way?" And He told me, "For you...because I love you...because this is the way that we will be together forever..." And how did I respond? "No Lord, I am not worth it. I am not worth THIS. Don't do this for me. There must be another way. I am not worth THIS." I was deeply convicted in this belief.
Instead of seeing His love for me, and His untold mercy and the fulfillment of His promises, all I could focus on was my own unworthiness.
The thought that Jesus's horrible suffering and death was not worth my life is a tangled web that is taking me years to undo.
I was faced with the reality of His death and I couldn't bear the responsibility of it. I couldn't reconcile that my sins put Him there. His death on the cross did not fill me with peace. It filled me with regret. I was blinded to Christ because I was so convicted that I was not worthy. That I was not worth THIS. I robbed myself of the intimacy that our Lord offered from His Cross. I declined the invitation to be His, and instead saw only my own failure. I did not deserve Him. Yet all I wanted was to accept this invitation, to embrace and accept His Love, Mercy, and delight in me. And I have suffered in that longing ever since.
I thought I could actually do something to deserve His Love. I thought I should earn it. I needed to repay, perhaps out of love, but also out of debt, out of my lack, because of my lack.
Our Lord is gently undoing this lie.
I am His Beloved Daughter, in whom He is well pleased.
I am currently working on a children's book that brings this idea to life: that I am a beloved child of the Father. Thoughts? Ideas?
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