Now that I understand that I am a dearly loved child of Abba, it feels safe to be me. I see myself through His eyes. I actually like me, the person He created. Because of that, I can dream without worrying He might think my fantasies are too outrageous. I can create with wild abandon and sense His delight.
As I allow Him to liberate the child inside, once shriveled and hiding because of life on earth, He is unveiling a breathtaking panorama of color. My world is no longer beige. I am alive to new appetites. Truths that were once lifeless now empower a new way of living.
I have watched myself emerge into an adult with a childlike heart. I know that I can live resiliently in God’s kingdom. The secret? I know how to go home and heal, daily, from the ravages of life in a world where God is not yet acknowledged as King.
Ah, home. The place I don’t have to dress up, sit up straight, or say the right things to impress anyone. Spending time with the One who cherishes me restores my heart. His love language renews me.
Dear one, your Father calls you home, too. He invites you to come to the place where you can be yourself, take your shoes off, and curl up in your favorite chair. Visit often. He wants to sing you His songs and tell you His stories. Discovering His perspective will change the way you live your life, forever.