"Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord is risen upon thee." – Isaiah 60:1
My Father loves me with a fierce, passionate, all-consuming, "I-will-die-for-you" love. From before the foundation of the earth, he knew me. He formed me in my mother's womb. He knows when I get up in the morning and when I lay down at night. He knows all of my thoughts afar off. The deepest desires of my heart—that I keep hidden from even my closest companions—He knows. There is nothing of me, in me, or about me that is hid from Him.
My Father numbers the very hairs of my head. To every concern, great or small, He gives attention. Each tear I shed, He sees and captures. When I am sad, when my heart is broken, He comforts me. And when I rejoice, He rejoices with me. When I am in danger, when I am threatened, He unleashes legions of angels to protect me. When I say the wrong thing, do the wrong thing, royally mess up, He is quick to forgive. Nothing can separate me from His ever-abiding love; He has vowed to never let me go. "I am embracing you with Mine own hands," He whispers reassuringly to me.
Before I speak, my Father hears me; while I am asking, He answers. I am His beloved. His treasure. His pearl of great price. The apple of His eye. The workmanship of His hands—fearfully and wonderfully made in His image and daily being transformed into His likeness. I radiate with His beauty and glory as He is in me, and I in Him.
In my Father's eyes, I am beautiful. In my Father's eyes, I am without blemish. In my Father's eyes, I am enough. I am His vessel of honor. I am his temple—His Holy of Holies.
His grace surrounds me continually like a shield, and His blessings overtake me. I've done nothing to deserve so great a love. There is nothing I can do to earn this kind of love. It is His gift to me; it is who He is.
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