A real ‘blow-me-away’ thought about God’s love, is that when He looks at me, He sees only me… as if I am the only one who exists to Him. He looks at me with wonder, awe, praise, joy, celebration and pride… for He doesn’t get caught up with my imperfections, as I do. He sees me for who I am, who I’m created to be… all my potential, covered by His ever-abounding grace. He sees me as beautiful… always.
We all long to hear how much we are loved, especially whilst growing up. Our fathers’ opinions and words are so very important to us, they have such power when used to build and praise. They form our identities from an early age.
Our Heavenly Father’s words build our identity
However, many of us have never received those words from our natural fathers, as we needed – they are only human, with many imperfections themselves, covered by grace. When we realise that we can release our earthly fathers and mothers from our unmet expectations of affirmation and acceptance, and turn our hearts to our Heavenly Father Who declares our worth a million times over every day… we are set free to step into our true identity of who we are.
Beautiful, valuable, worthy, precious, unique, adored, loved… forever and ever.
8 For thus saith the LORD of hosts; After the glory hath he sent me unto the nations which spoiled you: for he that toucheth you toucheth the apple of his eye.
1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me. 2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off. 3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways. 4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether. 5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me. 6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it. 7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence? 8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. 9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea; 10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me. 11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me. 12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee. 13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb. 14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. 15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. 16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. 17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! 18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.