God is a Father, my Father, your Father. And like any father would give his child, He gives us little treats & gifts. It's reminders whispered to my heart that I'm His little girl, His princess. It doesn't matter my age, I still have the desire of that little girl in the dress, twirling, wanting to hear, especially from her father, that she's special, beautiful, his princess.
God does that. The little blessings, the silly little things, the things that say "yes I know you're there and I love you, you are special to Me" He does that. He wants to have that close intimate relationship with us.
And I love it.
For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are sons of God. For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together. Romans 8:14-17
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