the thoughts in my head

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I am so sorry for your pain... I know some of what you are talking about... I longed, for years, to be mothered as well. I will give you hope, though, that whether thru your own mother or thru another woman, or thru God himself... He can redeem the time, and provide what your heart needs. Trust in Him, and keep asking Him for what you need.

-- choosing home blog

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Oh, how ready I was the moment I first heard God was my father! How easy it was to believe He loved me, had a plan for my life, and through Jesus Christ would have relationship with me. Of course, I wanted a Father!

At last, I was someone's little girl!

To this day, ten years later, I cannot approach God intellectually, but only as a child. Yet He has never asked me to do more. With no reservations, I feel His love: Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me. (Psalm 27:10)

Is it not a miracle that someone who missed an earthly father's love can be healed to receive the love of the Heavenly Father? But isn't He the Jehovah Rapha, the God who heals?

The greatest privilege of all: to call him Abba, Father.

According to Vine's Word Dictionary, "Abba is a word framed by the lips of infants and betokens unreasoning trust. Father expresses an intelligent apprehension of the relationship. The two together express the love and intelligent confidence of a child."

I remember once before he left, my father carrying me home in his arms as blood gushed from a jagged cut on my foot. I was four and I was frightened, hoping that my father could take care of me. But though that day he bound and stopped the bleeding, no earthly father could have healed the wounded heart he later left behind.

That hurt cried out for the love of a Heavenly Father.

And so I will always be His grateful little girl - trusting, dependent, and filled with faith in the arms that will never let me go.

-- mommy life

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If we love Him, we will obey Him. This might work itself out in the things you describe. But the first question is this, "How can I love Him more?" Every glass of juice poured is a chance to do it for Him. There is no greater motivator in daily, common life than loving Christ more.

-- amy's humble musings

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Hardly a week had passed before I had to admit to myself that it really wasn't as bad as I had feared. There was, in fact, a new little happiness welling up within me that was both mystifying and delightful. Mystifying, because it had finally begun to come to me when I had stopped grappling for it; delightful because it was sweeter than I had ever suspected. The change that came about in my attitude-truly, within a matter of days-was such that it can barely be traced; so natural and easy was it that I didn't even realize that it was happening. Suffice it to say that at the beginning of that first week I was inwardly defiant, and that by its end I was more satisfied than I had ever been in my life. Gone were the strivings for approval, the endless agitation of insecurity, the wearisome business of conformity.

-- lanier's books

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