In my job, I can be seen waiting outside homes or businesses waiting for them to reach their cars so I can do what I love. This one particular time I was real early so I got out of my car and walked over to a small daisy patch in front of the curb, I plucked it up a beautiful daisy and gave it a smell. Last, I played a childish game. I plucked the petals of one of the daisies.
“He loves me.”
“He loves me not,” I said as I plucked.
Do you ever play childish games with God? I had been inviting Him of late to show me in tangible ways that He saw me here and loved me. It made me beam when I ended the daisy with “He loves me,” it reverberates of John 15:9: “Just as the Father has loved Me, I have also loved you; abide in my love.”
So, thank You Father God for loving me, even as I plucked petals. Thank You for pruning me, even though this year of pruning has been agonizing at times. Thank You that You will bear flowers in my life. I want to stay connected to You.
Embrace me there in that connectivity
