You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore. Psalm 16:11
It’s taken me much of my life to understand that I am a dearly loved child of Abba. It feels safe to be me. Most of the time, I see myself through His eyes. I thought I’d never say this but I actually like me, the person He created. Because of that, I dream without worrying He might think my ideas are too outrageous. Some would say that the time for dreaming is past. The prime of life is behind me. I disagree. The expanse of eternity lies in front of me. Whatever I don’t get to do here, I will do in eternity.
God has liberated the child inside; once shriveled and hiding because of experiences on earth. There is an ever growing panorama of color as my beige internal world is being transformed. I am alive to new appetites. Truths that were once lifeless empower a new way of living. Do I feel this way every day? No way. But when I don’t, I still know the truth and anticipate feeling it again. When life hurts, 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.
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. He wants to sing you His songs and tell you His stories. Discovering His perspective changes the way you and I live our lives. Forever. Sounds like a fairy tale, doesn’t it? It is. It’s just that we’re not home yet so we only see faint glimpses of the reality.
I live in hope deferred. Yet, hope assured. There are days I can taste it. Amen