There is a children’s book that was given to me as a baby called “It’s Just Me, Emily”. The little girl in the book – Emily – would dress up and hide from her mother; when her mother would enter the room, Emily would make silly noises. The mother would ask things like, “Is it a bear? Is a rhino in there?” and other rhyming questions. Finally, Emily would burst from her hiding spot and proclaim, “No! It’s just me, Emily!”
My family lived in a parsonage for the first fourteen years of my life. Our house was directly across the street from the church at which my father served as pastor. As a little girl, I sometimes played inside the church while my father worked. From time to time, when Dad left his office for whatever reason, I would write messages on sticky notes and hide the notes all around his office. Soon afterward, I would find the same notes hidden in my bedroom – with my dad’s responses written on each. There is one such note that I remember to this day. I had written “It’s just me, Emily” on the sticky note, thinking myself so clever. When I later found the note in my bedroom, my dad had scrawled underneath, “There’s nothing ‘just’ about what you are!”
That is the earthly portrayal of my Heavenly Father that I grew up seeing and trusting and loving.
Writing is my favorite way of talking to God. My prayer is that my words bring you encouragement and hope – and maybe some laughs – in your personal walk with Christ.
And it is my prayer that your love may abound more and more, with knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve what is excellent, and so be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God. (Philippians 1:9-11)