Sometimes it is a struggle for me to accept that the way things work out in my favor is a gift from God. It feels prideful and shameful to believe he has done something just for me. As if to believe this is to selfishly think things are all about me. And yet, there continue to be so many little things all around me that could have gone a thousand a different ways, but didn't. They come out in a way that suits me beyond what I could have ever analyzed and chosen for myself.
I'm beginning to accept more and more of His love. I have a gentle Heavenly Father who gives good gifts. What kind of gift is it if the heart of the receiver isn't considered in its selection? One of His greatest gifts to me? His gentle, patient, persistent pursuit. His relentless love. His knowledge of where my heart has been damaged in the past and a perfect plan to then restore it so that it can fully receive His love.
To be so loved as to receive these special gifts, to be able to receive
them with an open heart and mind without shame or guilt for what I'm receiving and believing, to simply be His daughter, well loved, and perfectly provided for, yes, another marvelous gift.
"If you,
then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!"
-- Matthew 7:11
Song of reflection: How Can It Be?
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