I manage to pull myself out of bed earlier than usual today. The darkness in the cool house a dark blanket around me. He tells me to begin my day thinking about who I am, my family ties, my heritage, the beginning of heartbeat and hope. I step into the quiet kitchen and light a candle, turn on the heater, grab the favorite white furry throw from the couch and sit in the red chair in front of the fireplace.
There is something to do, now. I turn my heart to God. I will myself, practice listening, practice quieting. Is this surrender? How do we awake before stepping into the events of the day?
My daughter. Those two words are not small. My . . . mine . . . what belongs to Me, what I call my own. Daughter, family, a closer tie than any flesh, any blood. I begin here, reminding you who you are.
When you hear Me, from the true place that responds to my voice and knows who you are, you begin to think about yourself less. You strive less. You have nothing to prove. I start here, my whisper, my daughter, to ask you to let go of insecurity, let go of stories that are false, let go of memories that can’t be changed. Begin your day thinking about who you are, as that is how you remember your connection to Me.
That last line grabs hold of my heart. It feels so contrary to what I want to believe, what is the right and good thing to do. Begin your day thinking about who you are, as that is how you remember your connection to Me. Shouldn’t I think only about God and endeavor to forget myself? But He urges me to think of myself in regard to my heritage, my connection to him. He wants me to begin my day with his words in my heart. He wants me to claim what He’s given, who He sees me to be.
So, I begin.
I am a daughter, a beloved, a chosen, a descendant of the living God. I am crafted with his breath, his voice giving air, more than oxygen, sweeter than any water on parched lips. His lips, his heart, speak my name, speak joy, speak hope.
And I receive it.
There is goodness ahead. Can you say this aloud with me, sister? I am God’s daughter, so I am loved. I don’t have to scramble for it or try to prove it. I am God’s daughter, so I am fully wanted, fully his.
You have nothing to prove. I start here, my whisper, my daughter, to ask you to let go of insecurity, let go of stories that are false, let go of memories that can’t be changed.
Turning my heart–practicing the discipline of thinking of who I am in Christ, before the whirlwind of daily events try to distract me, grounds me in God, grounds me in truth. I think of the truth of the heart of the Father, the God who loves me full-on, with His whole heart.
Whom have I in heaven but You? And besides You, I desire nothing on earth (Psalm 73:25).
We choose to think of His love for us, and lies about us not being good enough just don’t make any sense. We choose to cling to the truth that we are his–even if our heart, this day, doesn’t feel it–and we are secure in him, in his love for us, in his creation of us, despite what the world encourages us to believe.
This day, this day is the day He has made. This day is the day He calls you daughter and urges you into his arms. This day is the day He calls you to awake to him. This day is the beginning, again. You two. A Father and his daughter, walking together into whatever is ahead.
And He has a lot more for you, you know.
Trust Me. Look to Me.
I place within you longing. Pursue this longing. Don’t ignore this. But pay attention for what it is you long. Ask yourself if you long for more, from a conviction of knowing who you are. Notice if you long to be more whom I’ve created you to be, and not someone different. Notice if you long to go further, with Me, using the talents and passions I’ve placed within you—or if you are trying to prove yourself, if you wish you were more loved, more liked, more noticed, more cared for, more desired, more perfect.
We choose to surrender to the God who loves us . . . and He trains our mind . . . and our heart follows. God does the job of prompting us toward deeper intimacy with him, stirring us to awaken to the unique desires He has placed within our hearts to see him and respond to him, this day.
As daughters of God, we each receive His whispers. Sometimes the whispers are longings, desires, passions to go places or do things and live out life in the identity He has given you.
You are a daughter of God. Listen. Notice how He is speaking to you. Remember who you are and see what happens. Let Him show you glimpses of hope. . . . and watch more and more unfold.
Look to Me.
Oh, girl, He has you now. This day is going to be good.Pin It