We are currently in Bangkok, Thailand for our team debrief before we leave for our new ministry. Our world race squad mentor, Alissa, flew in to Thailand to speak life into our team before our next adventure. One thing that she explained to us was how amazing our relationship is with God. We call him FATHER. The magnitude of being able to call the king of the universe my dad leaves me in awe and fills me with untamable joy.
My dad, my protector, and my creator loves me enough to die for me. He fights for me even when I fail Him time and time again. He holds me in the palm of His hand and never leaves me to fight life’s battles alone. My papa is proud to call me His daughter. He calls me beloved. He says I can do all things through Him. He forgives me when I run from Him. He rejects all evil that tries to tear me down. He does what is best for me even when it hurts.
When I am aware of the deep and ruthless love my Papa has for me, how could I not rejoice? How could I not proclaim His glory for all to hear? How could I not want everyone I interact with to know the love their father has for them?
I do not need validation or praise from the world, because I know the way my papa sees me. I cannot even begin to express how freeing that is. I am no longer chained and held prisoner to this world. I am able to walk in boldness and confidence in who I am. The magazines on the shelves of the supermarket might think I need to lose weight, my coaches might think I need to be stronger and faster, my teachers might think I need to be more intelligent, and the boys at school might think I need to be prettier – – but my Papa says I am fearfully and wonderfully made and that I have a purpose in this life that is far greater than any of the limitations the world tries to place upon me.
I am finding comfort in that. I am running to my papa relentlessly because all I want is to be near to Him and to know Him. God is so good.
