Watching our little white hairy dog, Katie Beth, wriggle her way into close companionship with my husband touches my heart to no end.
Immediately I picture us, God's children, claiming the right to the shelter of His generous lap and protective arms.
Having long since received his open invitation, Katie Beth jumps boldly onto her "daddy's" chair every time its foot rest pops up to signal, "Nap attack!" If not making herself comfortable in his lap, she whirls around and scoots her six pounds backwards into the exactly right-sized space between her guardian and the arm of his chair.
After plopping down, she will majestically lift her head and scan the room, rather haughtily I think, to dare anyone or anything to even try to usurp her privileged station.
You can imagine how our desert dust would ordinarily render her dirty and scraggly looking. Oddly enough, when Katie Beth is perched beside her loving daddy, she no longer resembles a ragamuffin, but the exquisite little dog that she is.
Once assured of no imminent threat, she lowers her tiny chin with a sigh, looks around one more time, and closes her eyes, confident that no harm will come to her.
Our Daddy in Heaven has already invited every member of His precious creation into His presence.
In the book of Ephesians of the Holy Bible, we are encouraged to enter into the mystery of creation, "... according to the eternal purpose which He purposed in Christ Jesus, our Lord; in whom we have boldness and access with confidence by the faith of Him ...."
The book of Hebrews, Chapter 4, tells us that we now "... have a great high priest, who is passed into the heavens, Jesus the Son of God...let us hold fast our profession ... let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need."
Katie Beth adores her "daddy." She knows that he offers unconditional love, provision and protection; and I can practically see his heart swell to the manner in which she returns his affection, always by approaching him in absolute trust.
Surely we must touch the heart of our compassionate Father in Heaven, when upon accepting His invitation through his Holy Son, Jesus, we come boldly to His throne, complete in our adoration and confidence.
I can almost hear His response to my plea: "Daddy may I?" with, "Of course you may. You are my precious child, and I love you."
Through Jesus I am made beautiful in the Father's sight, and there is nothing else I would rather be.
Wrapped in His arms of divine provision, protection and unconditional love, there is nowhere else I would rather be.
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