This is really not Point Loma related. I just had a leading to write after I had this conversation with my Daddy.
I walked into my bathroom a few moments ago. As I walked past the mirror, I heard I heard Him faintly say, “Stop. What do you see?
I looked around me on the sink and saw my toiletries; a razor, a toothbrush and toothpaste, contact solution, etc.
Then I heard His whisper again “Now, look up. What do you see?”
“I see a broken person… I see someone who terribly misses someone that doesn’t even care about him anymore. I see someone hopeless, someone pitiful…”
I then paused and thought about what I just said, I knew it wasn’t from God.
Then, these words came, without me even thinking them, “…without You.” I pondered what had just taken place for just a few seconds and God once again spoke.
“What else do you see?” He said to me compassionate and loving.
Almost immediately, despite everything negative I wanted to say – “a sinful child, desperately in need of You because he is dead in his transgressions” – He brought this simple answer to my lips.
“I see a child of God.”
He responded, “And that’s what you are.”
That’s what I am.
And if you’re reading this, that’s what you are too. Simply, a child God. Fearfully and wonderfully made. God’s precious child. His masterpiece.
I walked into my bathroom a few moments ago. As I walked past the mirror, I heard I heard Him faintly say, “Stop. What do you see?
I looked around me on the sink and saw my toiletries; a razor, a toothbrush and toothpaste, contact solution, etc.
Then I heard His whisper again “Now, look up. What do you see?”
“I see a broken person… I see someone who terribly misses someone that doesn’t even care about him anymore. I see someone hopeless, someone pitiful…”
I then paused and thought about what I just said, I knew it wasn’t from God.
Then, these words came, without me even thinking them, “…without You.” I pondered what had just taken place for just a few seconds and God once again spoke.
“What else do you see?” He said to me compassionate and loving.
Almost immediately, despite everything negative I wanted to say – “a sinful child, desperately in need of You because he is dead in his transgressions” – He brought this simple answer to my lips.
“I see a child of God.”
He responded, “And that’s what you are.”
That’s what I am.
And if you’re reading this, that’s what you are too. Simply, a child God. Fearfully and wonderfully made. God’s precious child. His masterpiece.
That is all.