Beloved: Five minute Friday

1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing, tweaking or self critiquing.




2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog’s footer}.



3. Go and tell the person who linked up before you what their words meant to you. Every writer longs to feel heard.

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When I think of the word beloved, immediately what comes to mind is that I am beloved of my
Father in heaven.  He knows me and he's there for me.  Or so the Bible tells me.  Sometimes, it is hard to feel that- I sometimes feel that I wish I could hear his voice clearly, knowing that he's definitely with me, hearing clearly that I am where he wants me to be and I am not just doing my own thing. I sometimes doubt whether I am doing what I should be.  Is he there with me?

And yet, I see and feel and have felt through my life, that I am his beloved:  I have been extraordinarily blessed in my life.  I have had so many opportunities to do things, to try things, to go to places, to meet people and I have been safe in many situations that could not have been so.   He has nurtured a side of me that has kept me safe, a caution from a young-age, that is in-built. There is a comfort, deep within me, a sense of being beloved.  I don't necessarily have to have a loudspeaker message saying, "Kezzie, you are mine," to know that I am beloved, that he loves me.  I feel it any time of despair.  Any time I feel I need to run, to be away from things, a calmness comes over me in the knowledge that I AM beloved. I've felt this extraordinary sense of being watched over and loved right from a young age.

One of my favourite songs when I came back to church as a 22 year old was, He brought me to his banqueting table.  The second verse begins with the lines:
"I am my beloved's and he is mine."

CBC said to me once that he didn't necessarily need to say, I love you for me to know that he loved me- it is there in the way he speaks to me, looks at me and in other ways.  That's how it is with God. There is a comfort in knowing that I am his beloved.  And he is mine.