Towards the end of her stay with us the Doll was fairly broken. She had seen better days, her hair was matted and one of her eyes was permanently half closed.
The doll was damaged, tired and dated but she was still my child’s most precious possession.
One day we lost the doll while on a family picnic and after hours of searching we gave up and drove home. We went back to our picnic spot several times over the next few days to search for the Doll but sadly she was never found.
My child was brokenhearted.
The Doll was faded and broken, she had no value and if we had have been giving her away I doubt if we could have got a charity shop to accept her.
To everyone else she was worthless but to my child she was precious.
Isn’t this a beautiful picture of how God feels about us?
God doesn’t need us and our lives our far from perfect but to Him we are precious.
God says that he loves us with an everlasting love but do we believe him?
The picnic spot was around a 30 minute drive from where we lived but my child was desperate to find their beloved Doll and so we drove there each day.
God loves us and he is seeking us and longing that we might come to know him but how will we respond?