Father To The Fatherless

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Precious One,

I want you to know how very much you are loved.

I know you’ve been searching your entire life for love and acceptance.

I want to stand in the gap and ask your forgiveness on behalf of the man who failed you.

You see, he’s just a man.  Perhaps he knew better.  Perhaps he tried his best.  Perhaps he didn’t care at all.

This man, this broken man, He was supposed to care for your heart, nurture and protect you.

Instead, he let you down. He hurt you, wounded you beyond repair, abandoned you and made you feel unloved.

I cannot take the pain away.  I cannot remove the hurt that haunts you at night.

But there is another who loves you with an everlasting love.

This One, He will never hurt you, never abandon you, never fail you and never take His eyes off of you.

He weeps with you, catches your tears in the palm of His hands and places them in a bottle.

He is well acquainted with your grief, for He was there when you felt all hope was gone.

You may have felt alone all of your life, without the love of a father.  Oh, he may have been there, but perhaps unwilling or unable to love you as you should have been loved.

Will you find it in your heart to forgive that earthly man for not being there for you, for hurting you, for abandoning you, for not caring for your heart?

Your earthly father may have hurt you.  He may have failed you. He may have caused you to believe that you were unlovable, unwanted, worthless.

Will you look up today, my precious one, into the eyes of your Father in Heaven?

To the One who will never take His eyes off of you, who will never fail you, who will always love you!

He is Father to the Fatherless.

You are not abandoned.
You are cherished.
You are not tossed aside.
You are treasured.
You are not unwanted.
You are chosen.
You are not unloveable.
You are His delight!

Lift your eyes, oh Daughter of God, and begin to walk in your true identity as a chosen, desired and loved child of the King of Kings.

Father to the fatherless, defender of widows–this is God, whose dwelling is holy.  (Psalm 68:5)

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A Breathtaking View! {Five Minute Friday}

My view or perception of myself is often far from how my Heavenly Father sees me.

When I look at myself, I see my imperfections — the extra weight that’s been hanging on for the last 10 years, a head of hair with gray peeking through, hands with wrinkles in them (yes I am nearing 50 – in a few years) and everything negative.

I often wonder what it is that God sees when He looks at me.  When He bends over the balcony of heaven, and glances my way, what is His view?

I imagine God having a chat with the angels as He proclaims,

Look, do you see here?  There she is.  My Chosen One.  My Beloved. I delight in her. She doesn’t realize yet how much she’s loved.  But I am working on her heart. Her view of me is skewed, from much pain and hurt, but I am working a healing in that heart of hers.  She will come to know and understand  my love, and she will fully embrace my view of her.  For I will open her eyes to see herself as she truly is. I want her to know how much joy she brings to my heart.  I want her to know that she was perfectly hand crafted and placed on the earth for such a time as this. Oh, just look at my Daughter.  What a breathtaking view!

What is it that you think God sees when He looks at you?  Do you know that His view of you is filled with so much joy and pleasure?  For you are His Daughter and He delights in you!

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Am I Good Enough?

© Jane –

I began reading this book today.  Can I just tell you that God is doing another deep work in my heart.  I am not sure I was prepared for it.  I mean, when I signed up to review the book (which will come later), I knew it was going to move me, but I didn’t realize the layers of skin that would be peeled off, revealing a raw, aching heart, longing to belong.  Longing to be enough.  Longing to make Him and others proud.

Just tonight as I was winding down catching up on my favorite blogs, I came across Kimberly’s post, about not finding our worth in how others see us.  And Nikki’s post about fearing that we aren’t enough.  And I knew that I had to sit down and process the thoughts swirling around in my own head.  I had to face this fear of not measuring up, of not being enough, head on.

Confession time…..

Most days, I do not feel good enough.

I don’t feel like a good mom.
I don’t feel like a good wife.
I don’t feel like a good friend.
I don’t feel like a good writer.

One common thread I notice here is that I don’t feel……

I am basing my self worth, my value, on my feelings.  Am I good enough?  This is not a question that can or should be answered based on how I am feeling in the moment.  I have hard days.  I have days where I fall short.  I have days where I yell at my kids, or discourage my husband.  And then the feelings come.  Those scheming lies full of nothing but guilt and shame.  They lie and tell me that I am less than, that I will never be good enough.  Some days, I wish I didn’t feel anything.  I seem to constantly be in a battle between emotions based on feelings and believing the truth of who God says that I am.  God gave me my emotions.  But He is to be Lord over my mind, will AND emotionsWill I trust my emotions to tell me of my worth, or will I believe that IN Christ, I AM good enough? 

I was created in His image, full of promise and purpose.  But when I consistently tell myself that I am not good enough, I am telling God that what He created is less than perfect.  So then the ole cliche phrase, “be patient, God isn’t finished with me yet” takes on a whole new meaning.  For me, it’s not about growing up in spiritual maturity, but it’s about, “oh, thank goodness He’s got more work to do in me so that I will be better, do better, and feel better about myself”.

The truth is, I will never be good enough.  In and of myself, I can do nothing.

My love for my husband and children is not good enough.  But His love in me is enough.
My words of encouragement to others are not good enough.  But His words in me are enough.
My light in a dark world is not good enough.  But His light in me is enough.

I am a weak vessel.  But I can draw strength from the source.  The One who draws near to me, when I draw near to Him.  He has called me to abide.  To remain in Him, so that He will remain in me.  And so I come, in my weakness, in my filthy rags.  I come with dirty hands that have become scarred and worn from trying and working so hard to fit myself into a mold.  But this being good enough, it’s not about working.  It’s not about doing.  It’s about being.  It’s about realizing that only IN HIM will I ever be good enough.

“Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing.  (John 15:5)

I am good enough because He choose me before the foundations of the world.
I am good enough because He called me His own.
I am good enough because He is strength when I am weak.
I am good enough because He is light in my darkness.
I am good enough because He equips those He calls.
I am only good enough because I said Yes to His will and to His ways.

Am I good enough?

I am striving to believe this truth.  How about you?


Letting Go of a Broken Heart

Today, Bonnie the Faith Barista asks this question, What season of faith are you walking through?”  Fall (letting go), Winter (loss/waiting),  Spring (new starts), or Summer (embrace & celebrate).

As the Lord continues to draw me closer to Him and as I let down my walls and allow Him to come in and invade the deepest places of my heart, I am faced with the reality that I am broken.  I see this brokenness as imperfection, short comings, not measuring up, not good enough.  Oh the lies!  If my brain had an “off” switch, I would have hit it a long time ago.  I am on a journey of discovering who I am in Christ, despite my brokenness.  What does He say about me?  How does He see me?  God wants to take my brokenness and use it for His glory.  It’s easier to hang onto it though.  It can be painful to let go.  Some days I feel as if my heart will shatter into a million pieces.  And when it does, will anyone notice?  Who will pick up the pieces?  Who will mend my broken heart?

As I sit and try to understand the thoughts and emotions that are stirring inside of me concerning my desire to let go, I hear the gentle voice of the Holy Spirit speaking to my heart.  This is what He says to me:

My child,
I love you with an everlasting love.
I am proud of who you are and what you’ve become.
But there is still more for you.
Yet, in order to experience my fullness, you must let go.
I see your heart.  I know your heart longs to please and to surrender.
But there are areas where you have not allowed me to come in.
Wounds so deep that no words can express.
But I know.  I understand.
Your heart says YES, sometimes timid and shy.
I know You long to be Mine fully,
But you must surrender these places to me.

I will not hurt you.  I am a patient and loving Father.
I promise you that when you let go of your pain,
You will find JOY.  You will find REST.  You will find PEACE.
You walk in joy now, but it is temporary.
You have moments of rest, but I want to take you deeper.
You’ve known my peace, yet your heart is in turmoil.
Will you allow me to heal your broken heart?
Will you allow me to breathe new life into you?
Will you allow me to show you the way to wholeness?

There is pain in letting go.  I understand how you feel.
I will not leave you in your brokenness.  I will be there to pick up the pieces. 

I promise I will not overlook your pain.  I am the God who heals.
You say, “If only others could see and understand.”
I see.  I understand.  Trust me.
Letting go is not quitting.
Letting go is allowing your heart to heal.  To become whole again.
Trust me my child.  Let go and live!

The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
(Psalm 34:18)


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