What does HE say about me?

I won’t deny it! Call me crazy if you would... I just can’t help it!

Yes! I have been thinking about it!

I do not expect everyone to understanding this desire, this yearning and craving within me...

I flip through the Bible, I read it (I’m ashamed that I can’t even say “I study the Bible”); I hear it read, I listen to people speak about it and of the many people in the Bible... it’s amazing and heart warming to come to understand the way the Bible talks about them...

Speak of Abraham, Noah, Abel, Saul, David, Joshua, Gideon, Simeon, Paul, and the prophets...

I am a woman! No two ways about that...

But I dare to compare myself to these men the Bible speaks about...

If God wrote the Bible with His own fingers and in His very own handwriting and with His own ink (literally speaking)... He speaks of these men and women in the exact same words and ways the inspired writers wrote them...

Are you thinking what I am thinking?

These people were either described as devout, righteous, friends, after God’s own heart, found, blessed, upright, holy,... and the list goes on and on and on...

Then it got me thinking...

My name doesn’t have to be written in the Bible...

But right now, as I live life... if God looks down on me, looks at me, looks me straight in the eye; what are the words He would use? What would He say about me? How would He describe me?

I take a closer look at the women of the Bible...

From the Old Testament through to the New Testament, there are women mentioned in some parts of the Bible... I had the chance to take a critical look at each woman every weekend last year...

I am sad, happy, awestruck, amazed, and heartbroken and all... but I still ask, if I were a woman of the Bible, how would I be portrayed to the Christians and all who read the Bible?

After pouring her box of alabaster on the Lord’s feet, He said of her “wherever and whenever the Gospel is preached throughout the world, what she has done today will also be told, in memory of her” (emphasis mine).

I ask myself, wherever the Gospel is preached, if I were in Mary of Magdala’s shoes... what would He have said about me?

The Bible uses specific words about certain people (men and women) in describing, praising and telling the world about them... I still ask...

“What would He say about me?”

He tells me I am His child, I am His very own and he loves me...

Now I’m thinking...

What is a child supposed to do?

Children are spontaneous and innocent, pure and blameless...

They see the beauty all around them and in everything...

They live every day, not without their own fears, but in their own simply beautiful understanding of trust and hope.

Every adult has an inner child, either lost or crying to be heard... sobbing silently in a dark corner of the heart yearning to be reached out to; but alas, children must be seen and not heard!

If I am a child of God, does it mean I have to be all serious and all so responsible that everything I see, touch, hear, do and ought to do becomes so great a responsibility that I miss out on the fun of life?

I dare to say, look at children around you, listen to the sound of their voices, the joyful rings of their laughter; look back at the wonderful times of growing up... what did it feel like being a child?

Isn’t it the same as being a child of God?

I wouldn’t want God to describe me as one ‘who did but was not’.

Being a child of God, is no different from being a child...

God would not judge like humans, based on what I did, how much I earned, how very well educated or literate or intellectual I am, how busy a person I am, the kind of job I do or the school I attended...

He created me to be... and not just to do and do and do and miss out on the beauty of life.

I don’t know what God would say about me...

I would love to know though...

I know I am His child and He created me to be out of love...

But it doesn’t hurt or kill to just ask again:

What does He say about me?

What will He say about me?