Tybee Island is peaceful this morning. The sound of crashing waves is background music to my soul, accompanied by a chorus of birds slamming into the ocean in repeated dives for breakfast. Just as Jesus called a few of His disciples to breakfast on the shore at the Sea of Tiberias following His resurrection {John 21: 1-12} He has called me to this place for breakfast on the beach, a time of respite to nourish my soul and feed my desire for more of Him. I sense His presence warming my spirit as the sun warms my body. Looking out across the vastness, pondering the depth of the waters I am reminded that His love is broader & deeper still.
The waves in my life are pounding again, railing against the shoreline of my personal peace. Yet the voice of Abba Daddy God gently commands, “Fear not my child.” Yes, child. I am His little one, precious in my Daddy’s sight. He would do anything for me, even send His beloved son to purchase my healing with stripes…He already has. Now it is up to me to wait & receive. My Daddy is strong and powerful, loving and compassionate. He holds my life—every single breath of it—in His tender hands. Nothing will happen to me without first sifting through those mighty fingers. I find peace in this assurance.
Sounds of waves and gulls are interrupted by a simple conversation between a daddy pulling his child in a wagon on the beach. “I love you Daddy.” “I love you son” {giggles} “Daddy?” “Yes son?” “I reeeeeally love you” {more giggles} “Son?” “Yes daddy?” “I reeeeeeally love you.”
Oh, Abba Daddy God, I love you. Thank you, Daddy that in my spirit I hear you saying that you love me, too.
“For we have not received the spirit of bondage again to fear, but we have received the spirit of adoption whereby we cry ABBA, Father. The spirit bears witness with our spirit that we are the children of God.” Romans 8:15-16
“Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed upon us, that we should be called the children of God…” I John 3:1
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