And the Father loves you so much that He just had to do something about it. He gave the amazing gift of His Son, Jesus Christ, on Calvary to pay for your sins. He gives daily power for daily struggles.  He turns to you when you cannot turn to Him and loves you when you are unlovable.  His forgiveness is unending and His presence faithful. You are the apple of His eye and a child of His grace. God knows you. You are loved.


God set me apart. I belong to Him.


Not only are you adored by Holy God, you belong to Him and are set apart because you are His.  We all have a deep need to belong. That truth is clearly demonstrated daily on the playground of every school when children stand, eagerly waiting to be chosen for some group or team. And we all know what it feels like when we are not chosen.


I have great news for you, my friend. You have been chosen. You are accepted and you do belong to God. Now I know what you are thinking.  Women in ministry surely know this truth and in fact, often teach and share it with others.

For years, I taught this truth before I experienced it. I have talked with so many other women in ministry who, like me, struggle to understand and accept the amazing fact there is not another person who can take my place in the Father's heart.  I am indispensable to no one but Him.  He loves me.  He chose me. And I belong to Him. Wow!


Ephesians 1:4 ~ "Long ago, even before he made the world God chose us to be his very own, through what Christ would do for us."


God is a very possessive parent.  I can relate.  When my now 20-year-old son, Jered, was a baby we had to take him to the hospital where we were told that emergency surgery was a possibility.


Because the doctors wanted to run several tests before making a decision, Jered was not allowed to eat or drink anything and consequently, an IV was inserted in my son's tiny foot - just in case surgery was required.  The nurses were wonderful.  With tender care, they inserted the intravenous needle.  I held my wailing son as they cut a Styrofoam cup in half and taped it over the needle, holding the IV securely in place.


Jered had finally quieted down when a young man burst through the door of our hospital room, announcing that he needed to take Jered up to X-ray.  I disliked him on the spot.  He was in a hurry and obviously did not understand who this child was - mine. In a rush to move "his" patient from my arms to the stretcher, he yanked the IV out of Jered's leg.  I don't exactly remember what happened next, but Dan was there and he tells me it was not a pretty sight.