Tag: father

Prayer of Belonging

Prayer of Belonging


Father
I love you
I trust you
I believe in you
you are my father
I have nothing more
than my one true god
there is no other like you
you are joy, peace, and love
and we are love’s children

All that I have belongs to you
any power I hold is yours
my peace is your peace,
my joy is your joy,
you hear my thoughts,
share my tears, troubles,
and triumphs

Perfect loving Father
you make me feel close,
just like an only child,
and I am in you, and
you are in me, and
I belong to you, and
you belong to me
for ever

 

The Gifts of Loving God

Some years ago, I asked my loving God for a heavenly gift. To my astonishment, I got it. A short time later, I discovered that God had sent me some ‘extra’ gifts I had not asked for. His gifts were infinitely better, but it took time for me to relax and understand my mixed blessings. I continue to work at this every day. I do not envision a time when the journey will be completed—I pray it never is. And, I will trust my loving God forever, love him in all of his infinite forms.

It can be quite difficult to love every living thing. But we must, else we divide ourselves from our loving God.

I don’t believe God reveals himself in just one way. In truth I cannot conceive just how beautiful, how endlessly indescribable and loving God is. I imagine one could have any kind of relationship they choose–serious, informal, joyous, troubled, lighthearted, childish. I experience all of these, and more keep coming. Many of my gifts are similar to the things I’ve always received in life, except now I know who is sending them. Life is vastly more interesting and enjoyable when I know each new development is aimed at bringing me nearer to my father.

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God’s Pen

I held up the stubborn pen and squinted at it: “I know that you’re God’s pen because everything belongs to him,” I said. Late this December evening, neither myself nor my faithful pen seemed to know what to write. My memory of the day held missing time. So I stared into the virgin white page, decided to jot down whatever came to mind, and trust the rest to God’s pen. As I began to write, I had no idea that this would be the most important night of my life.

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