Category: Living As A Daughter of Promise

Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. Isaiah 43:1

There’s nothing worse than belonging to someone who is not a good person and who, ultimately, has it in for me. Every decision made on my behalf has questionable motives. There’s nothing better than belonging to a person who truly loves me. Every decision made on my behalf is for my benefit. With that person, I can breathe, not worrying about whether or not they will change their mind about me. There is no honeymoon stage.  It starts well and ends well.

Some kids live every day in fear as fickle parents demand performance for the privilege of living at home. Others exist in a marriage where an unstable spouse turns love off and on like a faucet. You never know what mood you’re going to encounter in the morning. Belonging to a master in either of these settings feels like a prison sentence.

Oh, but daughter of God, you never need fear belonging to God. He counted the days till you chose Him. He loved you before He made you. You were valuable to Him even when you didn’t love him back. He paid with His Son’s life to make belonging to Him possible. Once His, you’re always His. Once He loves, He always loves.

Finally, you and I have a place to belong that is wonderful. No matter how out of step I am with my world, I know where to go home to feel better. No matter how much I may not fit in with my family, I am a part of God’s family. No matter what powerful person may have rejected me in this life, I have another life that is more real and permanent than this one here. God calls me by name and he tells me, “You are mine.” He is a jealous God and that jealousy can be trusted because it is holy!

The spiritual orphan feels alone, trying get her needs met the best way she can. Each day is ‘good’ or ‘bad’ depending on who loves her or who doesn’t. She wanders from person to person ~ looking for a place to belong. She peeks into the windows of seemingly happy homes and dreams of living there. Ah, but in Christ, she has a home! She is IN Christ and Christ is IN God. Nothing can shake loose the terms of her adoption and spiritual birthright.  Heaven’s legal papers were permanently signed with red ink.

At my new birth, Jesus gave me His hand and drew me from exile. His voice pierced my soul and I ran home. The effect was thunder. The call was a whisper.

I am Yours and You are mine! This is me talking now, Lord. I will forever speak of the wonder of belonging to You. Amen

 

 

 

 

 

 

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To celebrate the end of Living As A Daughter of Promise, enjoy this meaningful allegory.   Click on the picture to download.

Be blessed!    Christine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Many years back, I was the guest performer at a church in Wisconsin. Before the concert, I had been sent to change my clothes in the church nursery since there was an adjoining bathroom that was private. I was dressed earlier than expected and had  time to kill so I roamed the nursery looking at the toys scattered around the room. In the corner was a doll lying on the floor. She was face down, naked, and was in rough shape from all the years of rough handling. Her hair was matted and there were numerous scuffmarks over her body. I picked her up, looked at her for a long minute, and said out loud, “I know you. I feel like you tonight.” Sounds funny to write but I was not trying to be humorous at the time. I was tired, disillusioned with ministry, and felt that the person who would be taking the stage was not the person I thought I was on the inside.

It’s hard to believe that this doll was once new in a box. She was a gift that lit up some young girl’s face. But that was long ago. Now, she’s been around the block a few times and has gotten pretty streetwise. As time passed (and the church was kind enough to give me the doll), I realized that I felt like that doll each time I pictured being alone with God. I couldn’t imagine Him looking at me with perfect love and acceptance. Tragically, this is how many, and probably most, see themselves. Looking up into God’s face and keeping eye contact seems frightening.

At the birth of Daughters of Promise, God was doing a lot of deep work in my soul. I decided that I needed a new representation of who I was in Christ. How about a new doll? Not really being a doll person, per se, I was intrigued to go to a doll collector’s store. In the store window was a doll sitting in a white, wicker, rocking chair. She was wearing a white eyelet lace dress and her blond hair spilled so beautifully over her shoulders. I was quite taken and asked the store owner if he could go get her out of the display so I could see her. A nametag hung from her wrist that said, “Jule”. And the back of the tag explained her origin, that she had been hand made by a German artist who was well known for her creation of life-like hands and feet. What captivated me most about Jule, though she was exquisite in every way, was her eyes. They looked real and seemed to gaze right through you. I purchased her that day and thought her name appropriate. Jule – the apple of God’s eyes.

Jule and the naked doll (I named her Hope) are in my home now. For years, they sat side by side in my office. They represented how I used to see myself and who I came to understand that I am. For a long time, this was the end of this story.

But, there’s now a twist. I paid many hundreds of dollars for Jule so was very careful when I traveled with her. I taped her eyelashes down so they wouldn’t break. I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get knotted. I wrapped her in bubble wrap and then wrapped her again in an Amish made baby quilt. And when I went to pack the naked doll, I just threw her in the suitcase. I figured, “How could she be any more damaged!” But after an event, an experienced doll collector asked me if she could see the naked doll. After examining her, she informed me that she was valuable. Worth a couple thousand dollars. After recovering from shock, I realized that I had been bubble wrapping the wrong doll!   Don’t you love it?

The next time I looked at Hope, the naked doll, I realize that THIS is the one Jesus comes to put His arms around. THIS is the one to whom He says, “I have called you and you are Mine. Thought the mountains may tremble and the hills may be shaken, my covenant of love with you will never go away. I have you inscribed on the palms of my hands.”

Listen to the LORD who created you, for the One who formed you says, “Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine. Isaiah 43:1 

The last skill for living as a daughter of promise is:

5.) Live as one that is cherished.

Brennan Manning said, “We often feel like the homely peasant girl for whom the king has come to take a bride.”  My sense of self-condemnation makes me back away from God’s call to be His beloved. I can feel unworthy. My pride says that I can’t believe His words, and must cling to my own reality as the real truth.

And all the while, someone could ask me, “Do you believe that God loves you?”  I would nod my head appropriately and answer yes. I know the scripture verses. I learned the Sunday School songs. But the problem is, my understanding of love has been compromised by my experiences with others. In varying degrees, we have all felt degraded, excluded, rejected, ridiculed, passed over, and a host of other things related to rejection. Each memory festers in our soul. Each arrow of inflicted pain still sits there, infected by time. Oh, how we need our Father who is the Great Physician to do spiritual surgery to remove the arrow. The balm of His Spirit can heal the wound as truth replaces the lies of our past.

This scriptural truth needs to be the banner over my life. No one gets to define my worth except my Creator. Not a parent, not a caregiver, not a teacher, not a pastor, not a child or spouse. Only God’s opinion matters because His Word trumps all others as my Creator. He says I’m cherished and I must own that and live it with daily acts of faith.

My father used to tell this story about my infancy. In the middle of the night when I would cry, my father devised a way to put me back to sleep that never required him, or my mother, to leave their warm beds. He took a piece of twine, tied one end to his bedpost, and then ran it down the hall to the nursery. He tied the other end to the rung of the crib. When he would hear me crying, he’d tug on the string and gently rock the crib. That usually did the trick. When this story was told humorously, I felt the sting of unworthiness. Physical affection was almost completely absent in our home. Stoicism was more the norm and because my sister and I lived in want of physical touch, the story was painful to me. My parents were both kind, soft spoken people and intended no malice but the effect of isolation was still felt inside my heart.

How do I live cherished as I remember this story? I believe my Father’s proclamations of love as, by faith, I ask Him to rock me to sleep each night. Still, it’s a bedtime ritual for me. Do I feel Him answer my prayer? Do I have the sensation of being rocked? I would say, mostly no. How do I know that He does it? Because I no longer feel the hole in my soul. While I have slept, apparently He has rocked me and done spiritual surgery on my soul. The wound is not crippling anymore. The story has become something I can tell to extol the Fatherhood of God. Any story of deprivation has only driven me to learn how to experience God as my Father. And that journey is what led to the ministry you enjoy every day called Daughters of Promise.

So live cherished today. Make decisions based on the reality that you are the apple of God’s eye.  The next devotional you receive will be me finishing this series by telling  the story of two dolls. There will be pictures along with it. Don’t miss it.

I’m praying for you today to stand up tall.

The fourth way to live as a daughter of is to:

4.)  Focus on thinking and feeling like your Father, not just doing what He does.

I am not a fan of the bracelet that was so popular some years back that was inscribed with, “What would Jesus do?” It was created to be a constant visual reminder to ask yourself, as you lived through the day, what Jesus would do in each situation. While that inspired many righteous acts, I wonder if a heart change preceded them. I can be really good at studying the life of Jesus, of getting to know, and name, the character qualities of God and then setting out to mimic them. It is self-produced, behavioral modification.

I used to live this way. I came to call it ‘grit mode’ because I became accustomed to gritting my teeth to do the right thing while my heart felt something completely opposite. I grew addicted to the respect I felt from others for acting so spiritual while, privately, I ignored what my heart was feeling and my mind was really thinking. For instance, my anger could seethe beneath the surface at any given moment but I acted nice. I was often depressed but portrayed that I was trusting God and everything was fine.

There’s a much better prayer than asking my Father to help me live like He would live. It’s asking Him to help me think, and feel, like He does. That comes from proximity. Meditating. Studying. Listening. Treasuring. Worshipping. Being one with God on the inside, mentally and emotionally, culminates in effortless, changed behavior.

The greatest commandment, according to Jesus, gives strong clues that what’s important to our Father is what’s happening on the level of our heart, soul, and mind. None of that is behavioral. And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ Judas, for example, was indistinguishable from the other eleven disciples. He looked like them, acted like them, said all the right things, and feigned love and loyalty to Jesus. Yet, his heart was cold. His betrayal was intentional and calculated. At the last supper, none of them knew who Jesus was referring to when He predicted that one would be traitorous.

The commands in scripture can seem like they form a textbook manual for one’s conduct. They do not. I am God’s child and spiritual formation is what His relationship with me is all about. Dallas Willard says it beautifully ~

Spiritual formation for the Christian basically refers to the Spirit-driven process of forming the inner world of the human self in such a way that it becomes like the inner being of Christ himself.