Wednesday, June 15, 2016

God's Precious Thoughts... For Us

Sometimes, it feels like the only grown-up I get to talk to all day is Siri: 

"Siri, what do you think of me?"
"It's your opinion that counts, Manda."
"But Siri, I want you to tell me what you think of me?"
"Who, me?"
"Siri, what does God think of me?"
"That's an interesting question, Manda."

Siri doesn't really think of me at all. He only 'thinks' what he's been programmed to think, and his responses are predictable and bland, his conversation limited by what his programmers allow. And although we as parents sometimes feel invisible, I know that my friends and family think of me, like yours think of you.  I know that from their texts and their voicemails and Facebook messages - saying hello, asking my opinion, wondering how I'm doing and how are the children adjusting to the summer routine? 

And when I get a minute, I check out what everyone is up to on Facebook. It seems like their lives are so much more put together than mine. They go on nice vacations, and they go to the beach, and they have beautiful family portraits where everyone is clean and smiling and happy and their shoes are all on the right feet and their clothing actually matches. And they send snaps of the amazing gourmet meals that they are cooking, while I am serving hot dogs and applesauce. Again. Because the behaviors that happen with afternoon transitions sometimes make it too hard to cook. And these little ones, they won't eat many different textures, anyway. And I feel like less because I know that healthier food would benefit my littles. And sometimes, it's a struggle just getting the shoes on at all, forget getting them on the right feet. These littles, they prefer the sensory input of having their shoes on the wrong feet anyway. And I feel like less, because someone else inevitably comes along and fixes those sweet little shoes while I watch, without even a word to give in explanation. But I feel insignificant. Somehow, I compare other people's Facebook best to my real life worst, and it makes me feel like less. 

But God didn't make me less. And he didn't make my children less. And He isn't like Siri, just a programmed voice in my pocketbook. God created me - and He created you - and He created our children - as incredibly loved masterpieces, His living, breathing craftmanship, designed for a relationship with Him, designed to be unique, special, and loved. 

"You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me!" 
Psalm 139:13-18, NLT

King David, the author of this Psalm, wrote this of His relationship with God. Perhaps a King does not feel insignificant, but David was a king who started life as a meager shepherd boy. Even as king, he made grave, life-altering mistakes, committing adultery, and murder. And in spite of his lowly beginnings and his awful mistakes he made, he was known as a man after God's own heart. He could easily have felt far from God, separated from God's love; David could easily have felt like less. Instead, he shows us just how God felt about Him and how God feels about us. Psalm 139 is as true for us as it was for this very human king. 

We need not feel like less, not for a second, not even once. God thinks about me and He thinks about you and He thinks about our precious little ones more than we could ever even count, and we are never insignificant in His eyes. 

Dear God,

Help me to remember to turn to You today, with all of my feelings, and dreams and needs no matter how big or small. Remind me that I am Yours, that You are with me. Please show me Your purpose and Your plan for me, for my family, for today, for our future. Help us to be known as people after Your own heart. Help us to know that we are not less, but we are loved.



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