I've only been home a few hours from the T4A conference in Austin. It wasn't at all what I expected. Sleep evades as I think about the events of this weekend. How God, my sweet Daddy, was right in the middle of it all.
My head is swirling at the awe of the One I have the privilege to serve. The One who chose me before the foundations of the earth to be grafted into HIS family.
He chose me!
A sinner.
One so unworthy of being in His presence.
And.
Yet, He said,"I choose her. Yes. That one. Blue eyes, blond hair. Yes, that one right there. She will stumble. She will fall. She will turn her back in anger and walk away. She will turn, run and hide in shame. But she's mine. My daughter. One whom I have CHOSEN to call my own. She will accept the invitation to come to the throne, repent of her sins, remember that I am the Great I AM. The Ineffable Name. I AM her ABBA. She is chosen, loved, adopted and grafted into My family."
I was truly blessed by my DADDY this weekend. He's the only one who could make me feel the way I do. Loved. Honored. Chosen. With the opportunity to join with the angels as they sing around the throne the praises to The One who is worthy! An heir to the throne.
Thank you Papa. Thank you. I do so love you for loving us all so much.
Seeing the World Through Your Eyes,
Your grateful daughter
2 comments:
that made me cry. And I don't cry easily.
Was the "grafted" thing something you heard about at T4A? If so - can you share more with me??? tami lakey at gmail dot com THANKS!
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