He loves me not.
My girls and I were watching this past season’s Bachelor….its one of our ‘girl’ times….all the big girls come over and we enjoy being together, talking about who we like and don’t and why…it has become one of my favorite times with them. The little girls (age 6 and 7) are not the least bit interested in this, which makes it that much easier to enjoy these moments with my older ones.
Well, one week, Reagan was sick. She was laying in my lap and we were watching the show. She looked up at me and said, ‘ya know mom, if I were on this show, I would want to be the one who gets picked’. I immediately said, ‘well, that’s why they are on that show’. Then God spoke to my heart and gave me a word for her (and me)….I told her, ‘Reagan, every girl is born with a need to be chosen. We ALL want to be chosen. That’s why so many girls like this show. God put that desire in us. We all want our prince charming to come and tell us we are the most beautiful, most desirable, most wanted woman in the whole wide world.
He then showed me that this is where most, if not all our wounds originate….from our need to be chosen and then not be….God has put in us a need for him and that gets nurtured and fed by our daddies. Our daddies are ‘just a man’ as I like to put it…and make mistakes….but it sends such a harmful message to us…when we are not chosen…over work, football, drugs, alcohol-even church…you name it, it comes between us and our daddies….and that message makes it hard for us to truly walk in the fact that we ARE chosen by Him and He loves us–no matter what–no matter what anyone else says, does or thinks….
HE LOVES ME!!!