Reflection: My inmost being, God created it. I’m not sure why I don’t trust him with it.
My kids and I play the I love you more game. Not that I am competitive, but I always win. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you more, Mum!’, ‘No, I love you more! I loved you before you were born, I loved the very idea of you’.
See? I win.
Yet the idea that I am fearfully and wonderfully made by a Father who loves me, who numbers the hairs on my head, is often hard to remember.
He knit me together, he created my innermost being, in his image. I can trust him. I can be confident as he leads me in the way everlasting.
I want to live in the confidence of God’s love for me every day . . . with my kids, my colleagues, my church, you name it.
I want to live in the freedom of generosity that Jesus paid for with his life.
Prayer: God, your love for me is sometimes hard to comprehend. Please give me eyes to see. Help me to trust you. Amen.