a reminder

The other morning I was getting ready for the day, makeup spread across my counter and tired eyes looking back at me in the mirror. My phone was open to a Bible app and I glanced down at it in between attempts to tame my frizzy hair. 

The words on my iPhone screen were encouraging and I let myself simmer in the truth of Scripture. As I read, continually glancing up to make sure my hair wasn’t sizzling, a thought crossed my mind: 

I’ve forgotten that I’m a daughter. 

I looked at myself in the mirror and stopped straightening for a moment. For months before we moved, I couldn’t let that idea go - I’m a daughter. God had been hammering my heart with the truth that I am in the family, safe and loved by a good, generous Father. Somewhere in the mix of moving (we’ve moved homes several times since August), being pregnant, and all the craziness in our bi-vocational church planting life, my status as a daughter has been pushed to the back of my mind. 

With my hair half straight and half scary looking, I told myself once again that I am a daughter. I don’t want to forget, because knowing my position with the Father is my security and allows me to obey what He asks. 

I’m a daughter. And if you need reminding, so are you.