…and the Holy Spirit descended upon Him in bodily form like a dove, and a voice came out of heaven, “You are My beloved Son, in You I am well-pleased.
Luke 3:22
I was reflecting on being a beloved child of God.. and I’m slowly beginning to realize that this is my main identity. That this is who I crave to be.. to make our Father proud. That despite my weaknesses and my insecurities, He is the waiting, loving Father in the Prodigal Son Parable… I just want to please my Father.
For He claims all, because He is love and must bless. He cannot bless us unless He has us. When we try to keep within us an area that is our own, we try to keep an area of death. Therefore, in love, He claims all.
C.S. Lewis, A Slip of the Tongue
I called out to the Lord, out of my distress,
and he answered me;
out of the belly of Sheol I cried,
and you heard my voice.
For you cast me into the deep,
into the heart of the seas,
and the flood surrounded me;
all your waves and your billows
passed over me.
Then I said,’I am driven away
from your sight;
yet I shall again look
upon your holy temple.’
The waters closed in over me to take my life;
the deep surrounded me;
weeds were wrapped about my head
at the roots of the mountains.
I went down to the land
whose bards closed upon me forever;
yet you brought up my life from the pit,
O Lord my God.
When my life was fainting away,
I remembered the Lord,
and my prayer came to you,
into your holy temple.
Those who pay regard to vain idols
forsake their hope of steadfast love.
But I with the voice of thanksgiving
will sacrifice to you;
what I have vowed I will pay.
Salvation belongs to the Lord!
Jonah 2. His prayer from the belly of the fish.
Sweating with guilt and fear and trepidation, and realizing that only confession can ease it.. Only God can deliver. Always nice to have a loving family as well, but I still feel sick to my stomach. Getting a little taste of what Raskolnikov felt like after his murder..