Daughter of the King

This past Tuesday, the day arrived for me to go to the doc for the ever awaited 20 week ultrasound and the findings of whether your baby is a boy or girl.  I have been waiting for this day, praying almost everyday that this one would be a boy.  I mean, when you have 4 girls, do you really need another :)?  My mom continued reminding me that the time for praying was long over.  Ha ha.
The ultrasound tech called me in almost immediately.  She got me setup and turned on her machine.  Then she began looking around and immediately she turned to me and said, "It's a boy."  I threw my hands to my face and yelled.  I was SO excited. 
Later, as I began reflecting on these past 20 weeks, something powerful hit me.  God knew that I wanted a boy.  He's known that since before I was born.  And for some reason, could it be just love?, He decided to grant my request.  He has no obligation to me.  He doesn't need to do anything that I ask.  But, as a small window of light shone on the situation, He merely did it because it pleased Him to. 

Luke 11:11-13 “You fathers—if your children ask for a fish, do you give them a snake instead? Or if they ask for an egg, do you give them a scorpion? Of course not! So if you sinful people know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him.”  (this is sort of what I'm looking for :)).

This kept them occupied for hours.  And the mess wasn't so bad :)

Sick Day

We grow up in this world with so many dysfunctions.  Things that stem from our family, from our friends and enemies through elementary, middle and high school, from boy/girlfriends, etc.  And these hurts become so deeply rooted in us and from that our whole worldview stems.  We all see God so differently, through that warped and twisted worldview.  To some He is a judge, harsh and cruel.  To others, a distant relative who checks in every once in awhile.  To still others, the grandfather who is there to grant our every request. 

For me, I have never seen Him as loving.  Sure, academically, I knew He was.  But that has never applied to my heart.  Him giving me a desire of my heart broke through that wall that has kept Him at bay for so long and I realized that He actually cares for me.  Not just cares but loves me deeply, more than I could ever love my kids.  Through this situation and the recent study I am doing (http://www.whm.org/sonship), I am slowly learning to act and react less and less like an orphan and more and more like a daughter of the King.  I am blessed.