From the time my children were born I kept a journal about them. Each one has their own personal history bound in a beautiful book penned by one who loves them. I had always told them that they would be welcome to read their baby book and recently my youngest daughter asked for hers.
When I handed over the history of her life according to Momma I thought how glad I was to be able to give her such gift. Inside those journals held every first of her early life – first smile, first tooth, first step. Later it told of her challenges and triumphs as she grew from toddler to adolescent. But more than anything it chronicled my great love and affection for her and gave her the chance to see herself through the eyes of someone who loved her unconditionally.
I thought how different the world would be if children everywhere had the opportunity to see themselves through their parents eyes of love and devotion. But then it hit me. We do! Our Father God has penned a love story over every one of us that pours out His great love for us.
My story begins when Psalms 139:13-14 tells me that He knit me together in my mother’s womb and declares that I was fearfully and wonderfully made. What a miracle that was! It was no accident that I was created.
Zephaniah 3:17 reminds me that God takes great delight in me and sings over me in the heavens. Just as I took pleasure in holding my little ones on my lap to whisper sweet melodies in their ears, God is pleased to sing over me in His great love!
In every trial and struggle as I grew into adulthood God was with me. Deuteronomy 31:6 encouraged me to be strong and courageous because God would never leave me or forsake me. And as I floundered around in a fallen world God assured me in Romans 8:38 that nothing could separate me from His great love.
And it didn’t end there. For even after my story has been completely told from my first glimpse of the world to my final breath, Psalms 103 gives me yet another promise. The promise that the legacy of love that He has established with me will extend to my children and grandchildren. His abounding love remains and will go on and on and on.
Such an incredible love story takes my breath away. I am humbled that God would choose to record and reveal such an amazing love for me. No other personal history could be as accurate, not even one authored by a loving parent. For His perspective is unique and documents more than just a conglomeration of triumphs and failures. I am seen as I truly am – a forgiven, healed and cherished child of God. Thank-you LORD!