Abba’s Child

Dad & Child:toy

“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we should be called children of God; and so we are.” (1 John 3:1) God’s been impressing on me for the last few days, just how much He cares for every part of our lives.  We often remind ourselves that what concerns His heart, should concern ours. That’s what helps us keep our focus in life.  But life,  being what it is, brings us days when we find ourselves  troubled by something that we feel to be a “worldly “concern, or that we deem not significant enough to be worthy of  “His ear.”   Still, it’s left us feeling unsettled, and upset.   Our Father cares about the hearts of His children, and no matter how insignificant or worldly something seems to us, if it affects our heart, He cares.  “Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. . .” (Luke 12:7) If even the hairs on our head are numbered, surely He cares about the details of our lives and in particular, the condition of our heart.  He says,   “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.”   I believe this applies to the seemingly  “worldly and insignificant”  things as well as the “big stuff.”

God gave me the following words as I pondered on being His child.  May they serve as reminder of who He is,  and who we are in Christ.

Abba’s Child  (© Margaret W.  Aron)

It seems, some days that I’m consumed with many earthly things.                                                  I know that I’m a child of God, a daughter of the King.                                                             I’ve weathered bigger storms than than this.  You’ve always seen me through.                 But this is such an earthly shower,  with which to bother You

And yet you’re there . . .                                                                                                                 You see the earthly struggles that not everybody sees.                                                                  Too “trite” to share. . .                                                                                                                    So I keep them to myself until they bring me to my knees.                                                   What seems to me You’d see as insignificant and trite,                                                                      I lay down at Your feet, and now I see it in the light

Of who You are . . .                                                                                                                        You’re the God of all creation,  yet the keeper of my heart.                                                    The Morning Star . . .                                                                                                                          In the dead of night,  Your light breaks through into the darkest part,                             Reminding me that Abba’s keeping watch over His child.                                                       I‘m not an orphan, but a  kid, on whom her Dad . . . has smiled.

Earthly dads are often fixing jams and broken toys,                                                                   Not so they can play with them, but for their girls and boys.                                                   You look upon this trivial thing, I dare to bring to You.                                                                 You pick it up,  as treasure,  then You make it good as new

Because You are . . .                                                                                                                              The God of all creation,  yet the keeper of my heart.                                                                  The Morning Star . . .                                                                                                                          In the dead of night,  Your light breaks through into the darkest part                         Reminding me that Abba’s keeping watch over His child.                                                        I‘m not an orphan, but a  kid, on whom her Dad . . . has smiled.                                                   I’m not an orphan, but a kid, on whom her Dad  . . . has smiled.

May He smile on you today.  That’s the view from here . . .

About Peg

I am privileged to be the happy wife of my godly husband John, and blessed to be the mother of three daughters, and Grammy to six granddaughters and one grandson. We enjoy our life here in the Mt. Washington Valley of NH. I love my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and having been saved by His grace, seek to follow Him daily as I pass through this earth on my way to eternity. Along the journey, I take great pleasure in my family, music, writing, fiber arts and all things creative!
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