I am a child

Last night I was reminded that I am a child and God is my Father. I am a child of the Creator, of the King, of the Almighty. Yet He stoops down and whispers in my ear. He listens to what I have to say, good or bad. He watches over me and delights in me, dancing when I dance, crying when I cry, laughing when I laugh, and watching with glee as I discover His gifts for me. He disciplines me when I need it, then steers me back ever so gently to the path I've wandered off. He holds me close when I need comfort and then guides me through the waters of confusion and uncertainty, showing me that He is sovereign still. He meets me in the quiet and speaks His words of wisdom to me and tells me I'm beautiful. He protects me and His heart goes out to me and yearns for me. He doesn't hold anything against me, but chooses to forget and forgive, because of His love and grace and His Son's sacrifice on the cross. He is with me every moment, gently pursuing me and calling me to Him, even when I'm not listening. He doesn't force anything, but waits patiently and allows me to make my own choices, though I soon realise that I need His guidance in everything. He knows that, but is kind and patient and forgiving. His love never changes, never fails, never waivers. He looks at me through the glory and righteousness that is Jesus, and sees me as holy and pure. He sees what He has created me to be and encourages me to discover the endless gifts He has placed within me.
He does all this for me. Do I realise it all the time? Do I live in this truth all the time? Honestly, no. But that's the thing, no matter what I feel or do, this IS the truth, nothing can change it, nothing ever will. Imagine the possibilities and pure joy of life if I learn to live under this truth every moment of every day. That's my prayer, that I will.