You are…Beloved.
Let’s begin with the basic definition from dictionary.com. Soak in this description of who you are in God’s eyes.
be·lov·ed
1. adjective
dearly loved.
Similar: darling, dear, dearest, precious, adored, loved, much loved, favorite, cherished, treasured, prized, esteemed, admired, valued
2. noun
a much loved person.
Similar: sweetheart, loved one, love, true love, darling, dearest, dear one
When God looks at us, he sees Jesus. Of Jesus God declares, “This is my beloved son with whom I am well pleased.” (Matthew 3:17 ESV). We are his darling, his delight, his much adored sons and daughters. He created us uniquely, individually, with purpose and delight.
Do you have children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, or a puppy? When they are being themselves, does it make your heart sing? Do you treasure sweet moments with them? They are your beloved. In the same way, God sees you and your true self shining through and is filled with pleasure and wonder at who you are.
Today, let’s just receive this.
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