Life has been such a whirlwind of emotions lately. Ups and downs; stress and peace; joy and depression. Letting circumstances rather than the truth of God’s Word determine my security. What does that say about my belief in God’s love for me?
As I thought about this recently, I was reminded of plucking daisy petals to determine if a special someone “loves me or loves me not.” Daisy petal faith.
I have plucked a few petals lately:
The timing and circumstances that allowed us to buy 4 acres of land were so amazing. Surely, He loves me.
Super rainy weather exposed just what a bad job the first grading guy did on our driveway. Unexpected costs continue to create worry that makes my stomach churn and keeps me awake at night. Anger and frustration when concrete subcontractors not only finished our porch incorrectly, but stole the pile of wood that we have been scavenging from the building process. Wood we have paid for. My worry reveals the truth of my heart: He loves me not.
Another grading guy has repaired and engineered our driveway so that water doesn’t continue to destroy it. Much of his work was done without charge. Just because. The concrete mess can be fixed, plus we’ll be able to choose a concrete stain at no additional cost. God causes all things to work together for good to those who love Him, to those who are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28 nasb) He loves me.
My grandmother is now in a nursing home, something not one of us wants for her, and yet we have no good alternatives. I worry that they won’t take care of her as well as they should. A scary incident that sent her back to the hospital keeps me awake at night. He loves me not.
An unexpected income tax refund- divine provision for professional painters that allows me to spend time with Nanny rather than being held captive to my commitment to paint the house we are building. What joy, and what a relief from stress. God is answering prayers about Nanny’s care, too. Much has improved since she first was admitted. He loves me.
Daisy petal faith. Circumstances pluck another petal and I can only hope that at the end of this daisy life, He loves me. Some faith, huh?
Instead of walking an adolescent faith journey, letting circumstances dictate my heart and mind, I need to grow up in the truth. Resting in what His Word says, regardless of the storm around me. Ironic that maturing in faith means having a child-like faith. Jesus loves me, this I know. He loves me.
God sent His only begotten Son to die on a cross. For me. He loves me. Oh, how He loves me.
Have you plucked any daisy petals lately? What is your favorite Scripture that reminds you of God’s steadfast love?
Thank you to my daughter Melissa for doing the watercolor illustrations for this post. I love you so much!