It started with a heart-shaped shell in my path during a lonely prayer walk on the beach one morning. That little heart was a whisper to my heart: I love you. That day began my obsession with noticing hearts, which I knew were His reminders to me of His love. They were everywhere.
As my daughter grew and learned more about God, I began telling her that those hearts were love notes from God, and to remember when she saw them how much God loves her.
She’d bring me one that she had found somewhere – a tiny heart shaped piece of paper from the hallway at school or a heart shaped piece of a stick from the playground – grinning from ear to ear as she told me, “God’s really lovin’ on me today!”
He does it for me, too. I have two shadow boxes full of rocks, shells, and even pieces of broken concrete in that familiar shape.
That may seem silly to you, friend. When I talk about this, some people give me a look of confusion that a grown woman is doing something that honestly, seems a little childish.
But here’s the way I see it: in God’s eyes, I am a child. He is my Father, so He loves on me like a daddy loves on his little girl. A daddy finds the things that are important to his girl. He gets to know who she is and what she likes , and makes an effort to enter into her world in order to keep a place in her heart.
My Abba Father is no different.
Our God is enormous…but He is not so big that He is separate from the small things of the world. He is not so busy that He can’t make time for you or so important that He doesn’t care about what matters to you.
He knows what’s important to you. He knows your heart better than you do, and I believe from the bottom of my heart that it is important to Him that we constantly remember that we matter to Him.
So hear this, my friend. You are loved, treasured, and valuable. You hold the immense affections of the One who created your heart, and He is continually going to extravagant lengths to secure His place there.
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