So often I pray for the Father to touch my heart, but sometimes He wants me to touch His.
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Some time ago I had this vision of me as a little girl climbing up these long stairs. I was kind of trudging along with my head down. I had this sense that the Father was at the top, but I wasn't sure what to expect. Would he be glad to see me? Would he be displeased? Would there be harsh words of judgment?
As I got closer I dared to lift my eyes. There was a smile of glad welcome on His face and love beaming from His eyes. As I approached He drew me close and told me to put my hand on His chest. I gingerly stretched out my hand and the Father said to me, "Can you feel my heart beating for you?"
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In the days since then, when I feel tired and weary and like no one cares, I go back and simply reach out my hand to touch the Father's heart, and once again all is right with my world because I KNOW I am Perfectly Loved!
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