I experienced another "stop-in-my-tracks" moment in the kitchen this morning while preparing breakfast and lunch foods.
More often than not this happens in the early morning, likely as an extension of my quiet time in the Scripture with Jesus before putting hands to daily tasks.
Chopping celery for salad, I sensed that still, small voice utter in my mind, "I'm pleased with you simply because you are My daughter. Not because of what you do or don't do, but because of Who I AM--your Father who loves you. just because you're you."
My shoulders relaxed. I lingered in God's embrace, reassured of His infinite, incomprehensible, yet unconditional love fulfilled in Christ for a messed up gal whom He's chosen to take by the hand and walk Home, teaching me, growing me, speaking through me all along the way.
With the greatest, most profound delight--His Presence.
In a quiet reminder from His Word.
In an invisible, yet calming Hand on my shoulder.
In an eastern bluebird fluffing her feathers on my dogwood tree.
In a patch of frozen snow, glstening in the sunlight.
In a random chorus come to mind and out the lips.
In a grandchild's paper snowflake hanging from the ceiling, swirling in the air.
In a spouse's eyes.
In another believing sister's hug.
In a voice so tender, speaking love to my heart, affirming a relationship, an eternal bond between Father and daughter.
A tender unforgettable touch on a winter day.
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