What fun for me to get to a request from someone to do a quick turnaround gift for a faithful Dyed4you customer 🙂 Immediately, I knew which scarf I was supposed to make — God had already been speaking to me about it — but I knew enough about this person that I knew it would likely bless her. Not wanting to prophesy out of my flesh, I argued with God a bit about it and finally did 3 blind questions with 3 intercessors to confirm if this was the scarf to create… all 3 rounds came out a YES!
But the story she shares shows me I didn’t know a fraction of why this was the word God wanted her to have… He never ceases to amaze me. His grace for us all and the love that He is constantly wanting to shower us with. Her beautiful story is below:
Let me preface this with because of my childhood, it’s hard for me to comfortably call God “Daddy, Father”. I know that He is, but even calling Him that stirs up memories, uncomfortable feelings, and anger. I’m learning but it’s taking some necessary heartwork. But He’s been so patient and loving with me through this!! Ok…
My goodness what a surprise it was – especially how BIG it was!! It’s so, so beautiful! I couldn’t stop wearing it around me after I received it. A few ladies kept commenting on how the scarf was “so me” and I was glowing wearing it. And I felt like I was too. The timing was perfect! You see, “Love Song” was a gift from my eternal Husband, but “His Child” is a very special gift from my Daddy.
It comes right at a time He’s been minstering to me about many of the things that the colors in the scarf represent. When I wrap myself in it, I feel like He’s wrapping His arms around me and inviting me to just come talk to Him; to tell Him what’s hurting & hear Him remind me of His promises. I can feel His heart yearning, almost breaking, for me to please let go and let Him be my Daddy. It’s hard for me to be like a child and rest in His promises, trust Him, and just know that He will keep His Word. But, I’m learning!!
And this scarf is like a physical representation of His arms…arms to hold me, love me, defend me, protect me. Hands to hold, to teach, to love…not to abuse, hit, and pervert. I’m sure I will have many things to share with you in the coming months. 🙂
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I truly love this testimony especially as I can relate to it. I too am having a hard time calling God “Daddy”. I prefer “Papa”, “Abba”, “Father” but still struggle with “Daddy”.
It’s truly amazing how our Father choses to communicate with us, especially when we are not expecting it! I enjoy these messages.
I pray that this lady is healed from all her pain and anguish and that our Father’s love will cover her and make her whole again. Amen.
Meghan, something told me to stop and read this! It’s the Holy Spirit! This story blessed my heart! I LOVE to see God restoring His children and breaking off the yoke of heaviness! Thank you so much for being faithful and true! And for living in His love! Glory to God that He is at work in us! For His pleasure!! That we prosper even as our souls prosper and be in good health! God bless you!!! I will share this! I know so many who are in the same place. Love you!
All I can keep saying is WOW! I love to see and hear how God uses your scarves in the lives of many. Thank you for sharing.
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I too can relate to this story. I have a hard time calling him Daddy, not really sure why; well maybe I do. I love calling him Papa, I see him has Papa, not my Daddy. I love how he loves us and gives us time and he takes care of everything. Thank you Papa God for loving us.
I am so in tears again. I had to lay my daddy down at the altar, and I had to lay down the little girl he broke there too. It took me years and years and years to do that. It is one of the reasons I call Him Abba. A very special Daddy, the closest and most special Daddy you can get. Before that He was a stern and punishing God to me. Now, He is Abba. Thank you for sharing this story.
I prefer Abba over calling Him Daddy. It is a wonderful name and literally means in the Hebrew/Aramaic “Come Father” It is the first word a baby says within its babbling and no one needs to teach it to them. How wonderful that little children can call on the Almighty.