So I came across this through another facebook/blogger friend/fellow missionary momma/wife and I loved reading hers. I found it over here at Five Minute Friday. So each Friday you get a word, and you have 5 minutes to write, no editing, just write to write, to spill your heart. To get out the creativity. I am scared. Not sure if it is because of the word BELOVED or if it is the no editing part...because I like to fix my mistakes, I like to perfect things...just right. So do I change the word, and just do my own thing? What does it mean to be the BELOVED one? What does that do to my soul when I hear someone call me that?
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Beloved.
Dearly loved.
I didn't always know this word. No because I wasn't loved. My Mom loved me well, really well. She showed me and told me often, My Dad although we weren't close when I was growing up, he told me when we would see each other. I don't know what it was, but one day about 8 or 10 years ago, I got to hear about God's love. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't really comprehend it. I just bawled my eyes out in that church with all those women I didn't know. It was a Women's Conference. Kathy Trocolli was sharing God's love. That God loved me so much, that He sent his Only Son Jesus to earth, then Jesus hung on a cross for my sins, so that I could have everlasting life in Heaven. I don't know if I just didn't feel worthy of such love. Or if it was because I finally realized that God wasn't just some finger pointer up in the sky telling me all I did wrong. But that God was a loving presence that used the finger to motion to me to come closer....because I was his Beloved.
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Wow that was quick!!
His Beloved,
Jodi
