A person who is greatly loved; dear to the heart.
As I was putting laundry away the other day, I noticed the current state of my children’s closets. Clothes hanging precariously by one shoulder off of hangers, clothes that are too small or don’t fit are shoved in the back, toys tossed in a jumbled pile on the bottom shelf, random candy wrappers on the floor.
Scripture tells me that I’m my beloved’s and He is mine. (Song of Solomon 6:3)
It is easy to accept that He is mine.
I have gratefully accepted His sacrifice for me.
I love Him.
He is perfect…holy…worthy…Love.
He can see into the closet of my mind. He sees thoughts and ragged emotions hanging on precariously by a thread. He sees the struggle with thoughts and tendencies that don’t fit that of a child of God, and should have been discarded long ago.
Scripture tells me that He loves me.
And not only am I loved, I am “so loved.” (John 3:16)
I am His daughter who is greatly loved; dear to His heart.