I am a singer, songwriter, wife, mother, Jesus follower. I send out a 2-minute read every Tuesday about Jesus and life in God.
Hand On Your Head
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Hi Friends, I was singing through Ephesians 1:3-4 with a friend today, and I want to share with you a chorus we sang that is still ringing in my heart: I can feel Your hand upon my head What would you think of if I asked you to picture standing before God today? What is He like? Is He angry and scolding? Disappointed and distant? Sometimes our child-of-God imagination needs rewiring. A realigning with what is true of how He sees us and His heart for us. Ephesians 1:3 is one of my favorite pictures that brings this realigning: It’s a picture of us standing before our Father as He tenderly blesses us, His sons and daughters. This is not a fill your pockets with sweets and send you on your way kind of blessing. He’s no vending machine. I’m talking about an intentional, Fatherly, hand on your head, plenty-of-time-for-you, stored-up-just-for-you kind of blessing. Like a Father who prepares an inheritance for His beloved children, He releases to us every single spiritual blessing in Christ. Nothing withheld. He wants His children fully alive. It’s why He blesses us, corrects us (Hebrews 12:7), welcomes us (Matthew 19:14). He’s the kind of God who so loves that He gives. He pours out and keeps on giving. And if what I’m saying is true, if He is that kind of God and Father, then I imagine He wants us to claim it. To say it with our own mouths unashamedly: My Father loves me, I am His. He claims me. He chooses me. He blesses me. Let’s take the time to take it in: to feel His hand upon our heads. To feel Him, head to toe, release over us every single last spiritual blessing in Christ. –Anna |
Anna Blanc
I am a singer, songwriter, wife, mother, Jesus follower. I send out a 2-minute read every Tuesday about Jesus and life in God.
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