It’s true that we are all daughters or sons to someone, we all have a mother and a father. We all wear the name of “daughter/son.” For some that name may come with joy, and a life filled with love and adoration, for others that name may bear a weight that feels to heavy to carry. For some, that name may bring sadness and rejection. Like myself, maybe some of you never really felt like a daughter to one or even both of your parents.
I struggle daily with rejection. Even though it’s a chain that has been broken off of me, I constantly feel the enemy trying to trap me back up in it. I could probably never put into words the amount of rejection I felt from my own dad, even though I love him dearly, and I know it was never his intention to hurt me, I struggled greatly. My dad left when I was young, he missed a lot. School plays, awards, performances, graduation. I was hurt and jealous when I saw other dads with their kid, when I saw how proud they were and the love in their eyes for their sons and daughters. I spent so many nights crying myself to sleep.
This was the devils playground, it was my weak spot, the very place he knew to stab when I was winning the war. He told me many lies, and I believed them. “You’re not good enough, you’re not even really his daughter, if he loved you he would be here, you need someone else to give you love because he never will.” I searched tirelessly for someone to love me the way I needed, to fill the gaping hole in my chest. Time and time again, I failed.
The truth is, no one can fill voids in our hearts that only God can fill. Not our husbands, or friends, or even our parents. It took a lot for me to fully comprehend what it meant to be a daughter of God. For a long time I thought it was okay for me to feel like one of God’s billions of children, to feel like He was there for me, but not really. After the way I grew up, as I suspect many of us did, it’s natural to view God as distant, and easy to remove the name “daughter” from ourselves because of it. One day I came across two specific verses that absolutely changed my life, and my perception of the way God looks at me.
The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, “Abba, Father.”
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
If you know me, you know my nose is always buried in the book of Romans, it’s by far my favorite book of The Bible because it speaks so much of God’s love and acceptance. Romans 8:15 means more to me than almost any other scripture, it’s a declaration of God’s love for me. He has taken me in, and allowed me to call him “Father.” He actually desires that I do, that I look to him the same way a daughter would look to her own dad in times of trouble, or celebration. Because of His love for me and everything He’s given me, I can wipe away the label of “rejected” and wear the name of “daughter.”
Romans 8:38-39 was my “Ah ha moment.” It was the verse that catapulted me into a real relationship with God. “..Nor anything else in ALL creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God.” These words say a million different things to me. The biggest thing it says is, “You’re not alone. I am with you.” The billions of other people in this world do matter to God, but it doesn’t mean I matter less. I believe if His son were only to die for me, He still would have done it. The rest of creation cannot separate His love for me, nothing I’ve ever done or ever will do will keep Him from looking at me with adoration and love, nothing could ever keep Him from calling me His daughter. – Arrianna