God Thanked Me

Reflection on acceptance.

When you have been rejected by people and places your entire life, being accepted feels pretty dang good. It feels like, “Well, God loves me just because he does. I don’t need to show up as anyone except myself.” Being accepted…finally accepted, whole-hardheartedly with open arms and a warm, radiant hug feels right. It feels good to belong.

During my morning meditation, I touched my foundation and thanked God for keeping me grounded.

He then took over.

He thanked me for bringing Him to life. He thanked me for the connection I provide to this earth. He thanked me for my creativity in breathing life into Him. I let him continue (of course). He told me He would be my strength and motivation and he’d always be right here for me. He thanked me for my heart. I tried to resist, but he pointed out its beauty. He knew I have lived in disobedience, but he thanked me for my heart anyway. He cleaned it from my sin. He thanked me for my voice and courage to speak. He thanked me for my thoughts and my focus. He straightened my helmet of salvation as if to protect me even more. Finally, he thanked me for allowing Him to use me as a vessel for his love and example. He thanked me for giving Life to Him.

He gave life to me, it is the least I can do. Humbled, beyond humbled, He can use me always.