I think if I really believed and knew… knew how much God loves me. I would not be able to function. I think I would be a basket case all curled up in His loving arms warm and alive but not concerned about anything else but Him.

daddy-loves-meThis would not be good. I have to work! I have things to get done. Does He really want me as I am right now? It is utterly undoing to glimpse even a small tiny fragment of a wee bit of His love for me.

I was wondering if the prodigal son had said to his dad, ‘sorry but I am not worthy to be a son. Please just let me work as your servant.’ What the Father would have done. Would the Father let him keep thinking he was a slave or would He slowly love him back into the understanding that he is His son?