Acorns From Oakes

Seeing With Our Father's Eyes

Your Picture

A woman is dying of AIDS. The chaplain is summoned. He attempts to comfort her, but she won’t have it. She’s utterly convinced that she’s not worth the trouble. 

“I am lost,” she said. “I have ruined my life and every life around me. Now I’m going painfully to hell. There is no hope for me.”

The visitor saw a framed picture of a pretty girl on the dresser. “Who is this?” he asked. The woman brightened. “She’s my daughter…the one beautiful thing in my life.”

“And would you help her if she was in trouble, or made a mistake? Would you forgive her? Would you still love her?”

“Of course I would!” cried the woman. “I would do anything for her! Why do you ask such a question?”

“Because I wanted you to know,” said the man, “that God has a picture of you on His dresser.” (Story by Edward McManus, in a book called The Jokesmith.)

Now that is gospel! It’s for all of us…no matter how far gone we are.

So…I was thinking of you today…January 11th, 2010…and wondering…can you…do you believe this? No! No! I mean down at your core, does this truth go about with you through all your life. Is it sustaining you…cheering you…keeping you going…comforting you…warming you…providing you living hope and inspiration for living? I pray that your place in your Father God’s heart, lives in your heart too. I pray that more and more you are able to see yourself and the rest of us, as well, through your Father’s eyes.

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5 thoughts on “Your Picture

  1. Anonymous on said:

    Deep down in the core of my being I am trying to understand this information about how God feels about me (us). He wants my picture sitting on his dresser and loves me so much he would do anything for me. I do have hope in my life and inspiration even though I know I am not worthy of that hope and love that My God Offers me (Us).
    Just like the dying woman, she thought she was going straight to Hell because of the way she spent her life. I know I have a special, most loving God who helps me out of the pit and onto the mountain where he Loves Me and I Love Him. But He Loves me More I know than I know how to grasp that kind of Love. But I do Trust Him deep down in my core. Especially as I get older and have gone thru things on my journey in life that only he could sustain and help me with. I KNOW THIS.

    • oakesclan on said:

      Understanding His love of us is certainly a challenge that engages fully our hearts and minds. And it is a challenge we should keep accepting that our appreciation of this truth might keep growing. But I think we need to so let God’s love flow into us that we truly ENJOY this rich truth. There are so many things I don’t understand very well, but which I, nevertheless, enjoy very much. I don’t understand my television but I very much enjoy watching the game. I don’t see how my microwave works, but I enjoy warm meals. The illustrations can be multiplied. If I never come to grips logically with God’s astounding love of and delight in me, I can still bask in the glory of it and rely on it all the way from here to eternity. That’s what I pray for all of His dear ones, sis. God bless you.

  2. Some days it is easy to believe this…others not so much. Because I function so much on how I feel instead of what I know. That’s where the problem lies. Feelings change and can be misleading or just completely wrong! I want to learn how to operate more on what I know to be true. God loves me, beyond measure. He wants me with Him. I don’t feel worthy of that..and truth be told, I’m not worthy of that. But Jesus’ blood allows me to have those things…to be called righteous when I’m not. So if He calls me worthy, righteous and beloved…who am I to argue with Him? 🙂

    I have a t-shirt that says “If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it”. A old cowboy-type man read that and replied “Not mine” and I looked at him and said “Oh yes sir…you are included in that!” He gave me a smile that said he didn’t believe it, but that I was oh so kind for saying it…I smiled back, patted him on the arm and said “Yep..even you”. Maybe it planted a seed of hope in his mind. Maybe it made him want to know more about the love of God. I hope so.

  3. oakesclan on said:

    I like your reasoning and the conclusion in your first paragraph. Right on! Let’s just agree with God.
    I hope the cowboy opened his heart to the truth you gave him.
    Why are we so able to see this truth where our children are concerned…then turn around and exclude ourselves from the blessing? One of the things our children could really use…is a mom and dad, who approach life with the joy of salvation thriving in their hearts and transforming everything they do and say.
    God bless you, Sherry.

  4. Dear Friend,
    Thank you for posting this story. I have heard it a few times now, and it always touches me.
    A few weeks ago, I was babysitting my 3-year-old niece, Sydney, and it was dinnertime. I had cooked something, and gave her a plate, and she took a few bites, but then said she wanted something else. Some raisins… some crackers… some yogurt… a few chicken nuggets… and so I got up from the table about a half dozen times getting her this and that and figuring “as long as she eats, and it’s nutritious stuff, then I’m happy.”
    And I finally sat down, to my own dinner with her, and looked accross the table, at my beautiful niece. A child I love unconditionally. I would do *anything* for her – if I had to get up a million times to get different food. And I didn’t mind.
    And I just really looked at her, and thought about how much I love her, no matter what, and I was overcome with love for this perfect little creature.
    And then I started thinking – maybe this is how God loves us. Unconditionally, and perfectly, even if we ask for a bunch of different things for dinner. Even when we get upset. And especially when we make a mess. 😀
    So I am *trying* to apply this feeling to myself, to love myself as God must love me. And I dearly hope that as Sydney grows, she *never* learns to judge herself as I have, and she can remember that she is perfect in my eyes, and in God’s. 😀

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