He Sings

Earlier today, I planned to write a post about how much I loathe being misunderstood and about how often it tends to happen. About how I'm learning to let go of the deep desire I have for peace, love and fuzzy puppy dogs and for all (!) people to love and accept me the way I am. Bah. I have insecurities. My Heavenly Father and I are working on them. He says He's got it covered and it's all part of the renovations He's doing in my heart. Despite my semi-regular need for reminders of this sort, we're good.

A few minutes ago, my youngest daughter came to me for mommy-hugs and prayers. She was having trouble falling asleep because she had, "a scared feeling in her heart for no reason."

I won't bore you with my semi-competent parental soothing. However, one of the things I reminded her of before we prayed together, was that God loves her so, so much that He sings over her. I told her that just like Daddy and I sometimes peek at her while she's sleeping just to look at her beautiful, sleeping self and make sure she's tucked in, that God so adores her that sometimes He looks at her and sings because her just being the herself He made her makes Him so happy.

"The Lord your God is with you,
 the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
 in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
 but will rejoice over you with singing.”
-Zephaniah 3:17 (NIV)

While I was talking with her, I felt a bit of a nudge from the Holy Spirit saying, "Why can you believe this so easily for your little girl, but not for yourself?"

For the last month or so, I've been praying that God help me to understand how much He loves me. I think I'm just starting to catch the strands that connect to the much bigger thing that I know will be life-changing if I can only get it. Right now it feels like it hovers just on the edge of my vision and disappears when I look straight at it.

But...He sings over me.

Yes He does.


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