Isaiah 43:1
“But now, this is what the Lord says -he who created you, O Jacob, he who formed you, O Israel: ‘Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.'”
Come my daughter, lets talk, you and I -This is our date.
Okay Dad, I love this idea! Thank-you for always pouring into me -I love you.
I love you Caroline; let’s commune together -I value you.
Thank-you Dad. I feel like I’m more solid in knowing this deep in my heart than I used to be. Thank-you for giving me a firm place to stand and for helping me stand on it. You are my firm foundation.
My faithful one, you are Mine. My daughter, what make you anxious?
Thinking that I won’t hear from you and thinking that there’s something between us that I’m not aware of.. I don’t know of anything Father but you know my heart better than I do, so you need to show me if there’s anything.
Come my darling and rest, you’re okay, all is well with you. My daughter, it’s time to rise up, for I have given you a firm place to stand, and now is the time.
Father, even though I doubt myself, I know who I am in you. I won’t step back from where you’re leading. Help me find my voice and be myself as I follow you.
I will surly help you my daughter.
Father when I hear you call me your daughter, I have a strong sense of belonging. Thank-you for your great and awesome work you’ve done in my heart. Thank-you for drawing me close. I love you with all of who I am.
My sweet Caroline, I love you with an everlasting love, and you are My daughter!
Reflection:
Something that’s always there, inside of me, is an anxiousness of not hearing God when I talk with him. But when I realize I’m being anxious, I remember his faithfulness and it’s totally okay because I completely Trust him! These anxious thoughts though stem from when I was a child. My dad was a really quiet person who rarely talked with me. So I’d ask him questions to get him to talk with me, but with asking him questions, I’d always have a fear that he wouldn’t respond. I’d hold my breath, panicking a little, and I’d wait. Sometimes it took him a little while to respond and sometimes it seemed like my question got him to think about something and then he’d forget that I had asked him a question. So I took that as having a lack of interest and I began asking him less questions and it came to a point where I had no idea what to say to him. Later on when I was a teenager we were in town together for some reason and he asked to stop somewhere for coffee. I was so nervous but of course I agreed; it was a bit strained but was okay. In the last few years before he passed away I would just ask him how he was feeling or I’d comment about the weather or ask him about his childhood, which he liked to talk about if he remembered. He was a really nice man though, always kind and patient, and I don’t remember him ever being angry. I know though when I’m talking with God that I won’t always hear a quick response; I think most of the time I remember that I need to just rest and trust him, because he is love and he is faithful. A little more about me is that my favourite flowers are deep coloured or white Gerber daisies! Blessings!!