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Saturday, March 27, 2021

God Adores his Children

1 Peter 2:9-10
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.

I’m not a materialistic person, but I own items precious to me.

I love the wedding band Tim gave me on our special day, and the turquoise ring he gifted me for an anniversary. In the corner of my living room, a small oak rocker, mom gave me a few years ago, reminds me of her. My dad’s red lunch pail, he carried to elementary school, rests in the dry sink my brother made me. Our home is filled with art created by many family members and friends. And of course, I own a lot of books. So much of what I own has sentimental value. They may not mean as much to someone else, but they are my special possessions.

When our pastor read 1 Peter 2:9-10 in his sermon, the phrase “God’s special possession” leaped off the page. I’m treasured by God, and because I’m his child he adores me, in the way I delight in my children. He created me in my own unique way, and he loves me for who I am. Because I accepted Jesus as my Savior, I’m part of a chosen people, his royal priesthood.

In my sixty-three years, I’ve experienced hurt and heartache. At times I didn’t feel loved or lovely. I’m sure most people can relate. Life on this earth can simply be hard. But take heart, God created you and me in his image and he cherishes us. Because he values us, he asks us to seek him, love him, follow him, and talk to him.

God adores his children—yes, us!

He’s made each of us unique with our own abilities and talents, and he calls us into his wonderful light.

Take a few minutes this week to thank God for his love, and if you haven’t invited Jesus into your life, he’s reaching out his hand and asking you to follow.


This Lauren Daigle song reminds me how much God loves me: