I'm new at the empty nest thing, well almost empty nest.
I have 5 children.
Paige the oldest was already living on her own when her dad and I got married.
I never had the chance to raise her, but I adore watching her grow in the Lord.
John, the only son, is now in the Army in Washington. I haven't seen him since
March. I sure miss him.
Jennifer moved out at 17. I sure miss her.
Meagan and Haley are still here. I am trying to soak in every minute I can with them.
Jennifer was in my dream this morning. She was seeking counsel from a woman
I do not know, and myself, about her divorce, and her new plan for her life.
She had bleached her hair, and had this cute Marilyn Monroe hair cut.
I remember thinking, she's so cute, she's always been beautiful.
As she told us of her plans to move to New York, she seemed so excited, but
something just didn't hit me right.
When I asked her why she was moving so far from home, and why she wasn't
pursuing her dreams of being a nurse, she got quiet and started to tear up,
I don't know where I belong, I'm not good enough, I've messed up."
With that she lept from the bed into my arms, and she was so light,
just like when she was little, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me,
and there I was, holding my little girl again. It felt soo good to just hold her,
and speak into her ear how much I believe in her, and how much I love her, and
that I will help her to succeed. I didn't want this to end. She's been running from
me for so long, this feels soo good , this is the love and honesty I've missed from her.
I woke up.. sad because I never want her to feel that way, happy because I got
to hold the daughter I once held, and she WANTED to be held, and it was soo nice.
I think God feels that way when we've gone off on our own path, we stumble,
fall, and sometimes mess everything up, and yet we are deteremined to stand and
make it better the best we know how, instead of listening to the one who loves us most.
Pride gets in the way, don't let him win, don't let him know I'm hurt, I'm tough, I'll make it.
Finally at some point, we break down.. and at that point we reach out WANTING to be
held, and God our most precious Father picks us up, holds us, and speaks truth over us.
You are MY daughter, I have a plan for your life, follow me and see if I will not use you
beyond your wildest dreams, give yourself over to me, and just see. You are Daddy's
little angel.
HE LOVES HOLDING US, and most of all he loves when we HOLD TIGHT.
Is there something in your life today that God's been dealing with you about, and you
keep trying to fix it on your own, or have you just been running your own way, and
nothing seems to work out the way you thought but pride is keeping you back from
admitting it all to HIM?
Run and leap into HIS arms. HOLD TIGHT..allow your Father to just hold you, and
fill you up with his love for you, speaking over you, till you know who's you are.
You won't be disappointed!
