Only a Daddy
I went to set my coat down and I noticed this picture in tihs unfamiiar place, its of a little girl dresssed in adult cloths from another era, I thought, she's very cute. Not from myself, I understood, "You (the Abba Jesus talked about), You see me like that". It was a cool thought. My internal response? 'Yeah, yeah, God loves me, big deal, I 've got other things on my mind", hurts maybe? When I got to pick up my coat I knock the picture over and as I notice it face down a tronger impression hits me... "He wants me to look at this picture, to really look. So I getntly set it back in its place gazing at it. It is a little girl dressed in the old cloths of a lost and beautiful age where they dressed up more than we do today, but she is gazing at a rose; a long stem lying in her lap, and I remember, I quietly exclaim, "He remembers me, He remembers me." I walk away slower now, it's a moment between Abba and I, in the space of this mad and m...