Sometimes I hesitate to talk to God. Usually, it’s because my perfectionist tendencies get the better of me. They say: you haven’t woven together an elaborate prayer to bring to Him. He doesn’t want to hear you. You’re not good enough, not intentional enough. You haven’t carved out enough time to make the conversation worth His time.
Then, when I actually work up the nerve to talk to Him I always receive a response that is as warm as a ray of golden sun, “come to me. Just as you are Katie.” His grand smile stretches to the expanse of the heavens as He helps me up on His lap. I watch in awe as Dad moves the stars with a gentle command. All of the elements are in His control. His warmth envelopes me. I can feel the overwhelming heat of the smile in His eyes.
He loves me.
Daddy. Father. Abba. Creator of Heaven and of Earth. Eternal. Mine. And we are His.
Amidst or imperfections and in the busyness of life, we can sometimes forget who God is. Take time to spend time with Him. Get to know Him better. Understand that He is in command of Your day and the calm in your darkest of storms.
Know that He sees you, loves your despite all your faults, is on your side and marvels at the greatness He has placed in you.
He is your Father and He loves you.