An infinite God can give all of Himself to each of His children.
He does not distribute Himself that each may have a part,
but to each one He gives all of Himself as fully as if there were no others.
– A. W. Tozer
Things had taken a wrong turn. What I’d intended for good, for peace, ended up misunderstood and in pieces.
I was sad.
This one knew. She asked me an innocent enough question, and when I couldn’t answer without tearing up, she saw.
So she acted. She gave me a gift, a single word–favorite–embedded in a sentence, in a context, that empowered me to feel better.
To feel loved.
“I’m especially fond of you.”
It’s what Papa repeatedly says in The Shack about his children.
All his children. He’s especially fond of each one.
It’s hard to grasp I’m one of God’s favorites. His beloved. With no earning on my part. No deserving. But just because he declares it so.
I’m sister to Beloved Brother. And Father loves us the same (John 17:23).
And behold, a voice from heaven said, “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.”
A single word—beloved—but embedded in life, it’s more verb than noun.
It’s what I receive, not what I do.
I allow myself to be loved.
And in the acceptance—in a beautiful miracle of grace—I discover how much I love him back.
He becomes my Beloved.
Be loved, my favorite, my Savior.
My beloved is mine, and I am his . . .
Song of Solomon 2:16
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Do you see yourself as God’s beloved? What has helped you believe that? What has hindered?
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