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Child of God

I will always remember working in the nursery when a little two year old walked into class dressed in a beautiful pink gown. She had topped it off with a crown on her head and a silver wand in her hand.

"Wow, you look beautiful today," I said.

"Yes, my daddy says I'm a princess," she said.

She walked in so confidently and secure in who her father told her she was. She not only believed it, but embraced it with everything she was.

Furthermore, I was at a conference a few years ago where Tessa Asfar was teaching. She said, "When someone asks who you are, your first thought should be, 'I am a child of the most high God.'"

God says I am loved, chosen, a part of the royal priesthood.

He calls me to proclaim His excellence.

He called me out of the darkness and into a marvelous light.

He has given me mercy.

1 Peter 2:9-10 "But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light. Once you were not a people, but now you are God's people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy."

Yet, so many times I forget this.

This week, I have been thinking about this while searching for a new home. Currently, we live in a one bedroom apartment with our (almost) 8 month old, Isaiah, and our energetic dog.

It is cramped and Isaiah gets into everything. Motherhood right now, for me, is accepting that the dog's water bowl is Isaiah's favorite toy and there is nothing I can do about it.

We have put in offer upon offer on homes in our area, only to be rejected. I have begged God each night to literally open the right door for us. Yet, the answer remains: Not yet.

This week I asked myself, "Who am I?"

The answer: I am a woman who is desperately waiting for a home.

And I realized that, once again, my identity was misplaced.

My identity should always be "I am a child of the most high God."

When I became a believer, the Lord took my old torn and soiled clothes and replaced them with a beautiful gown. He brushed through my tangled hair and placed a crown on my head. He took the burdens from my arms and replaced them with His truth.

Why do I keep trying to put back on that torn and soiled dress?

This week, God reminded me that even when I am living in uncertainty, desperation, or the waiting: I am still a child of the most high God.

The God who is sovereign.

The God who knows my needs better than I.

The God who has perfect timing.

I pray this is an encouragement to you to forget the dirty rags you once held so tightly too. Let the Lord clothe you in truth and righteousness. Let Him guide you in the uncertainty. What better way to start the week than knowing that you are a child of the most high God.

Walk confidently and secure in who your Father says you are. Believe and embrace it with everything you are.

2 Corinthians 12:9 "But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me."


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