My upcoming week is busy – full of adulting. But this morning, I’m choosing to rest in this thought:
I’m a Child of the King.
I don’t have to earn God’s love. I’m a daughter.
I don’t have to work for my provision. I’m a daughter not a hired hand.
I don’t have to argue His position. I’m his daughter not his lawyer.
I can sit in His lap and rest. I’m his daughter not a slave.
I can pray with confidence. I’m his daughter. His scepter is always extended to me.
I don’t have to worry about tomorrow. I’m his daughter. I have an inheritance.
I am free to laugh, dance, and sing off key. I’m his daughter. He enjoys hanging out with me.
I don’t have to fear the boogeyman. I’m his daughter. He fights for me, protects me.
When I fall, he picks me up.
When I’m hurt, he kisses my booboo.
When I’m lonely, he speaks to me,
When I’m scared, he sings over me.
When I’m unsure, he reminds me of his love.
When I’m in the valley, he surrounds me in his arms.
When I’m on the mountaintop, he gives me a High Five.
I’m his daughter.
My picture is on his refrigerator.
My name on his lips.
My hands are in His.
He is my Dad.
My biggest cheerleader.
My greatest fan.
He is pro-Melissa.
I Am first and foremost a Beloved Child. Therefore, I can adult well.
“And you did not receive the “spirit of religious duty,” leading you back into the fear of never being good enough. But you have received the “Spirit of full acceptance,” enfolding you into the family of God. And you will never feel orphaned, for as he rises up within us, our spirits join him in saying the words of tender affection, “Beloved Father!” For the Holy Spirit makes God’s fatherhood real to us as he whispers into our innermost being, “You are God’s beloved child!””
Romans 8:15-16 TPT