Hello friends, I hope you are doing well. The Lord has been doing a lot in my heart this month, and I am excited to share with you. I pray it encourages you and instills joy.
Over the past couple of months, the Lord has been giving me a deeper revelation of the Father’s love. I have always been someone who wants to prove friendship or prove love. I try to be intentional with those close to me and be a listening ear to anyone who needs it. I often prioritize others’ well being over my own because I fear they will feel I am less of a friend if I am not there when they need me. It is something I have wrestled with for most of my life.
If I am honest, that thinking has translated into my relationship with Jesus too.
I find myself asking quiet questions in my heart. Am I reading my Bible enough? Am I praying enough? Am I sharing my faith enough? Am I doing all the things I need to do in order to receive His love?
At the beginning of the month, I went to a worship night, and the Lord met me in such a tender way. He showed me how frequently I come to Him careful and guarded, trying to perform well enough to deserve His approval. And He reminded me that I am His daughter, and at His table love is not something I have to earn.
As we worshiped, I felt the Lord gently asking, “When will you stop trying to earn what I have already given you?”
It caught me off guard because I know the theology. I know salvation is by grace. I know I am adopted. I know I am loved. But knowing something and living from it are two very different things.
That is when the image came to mind.
When I was little, I had a pink Disney princess tea table with tiny chairs and flowered teacups. I took it so seriously, pouring invisible tea and arranging everything just right, fully convinced it mattered. I would line up my stuffed animals carefully, making sure each one had a proper seat. Sometimes I would use Capri Sun for the fancy guests, which felt like the height of hospitality at the time. I loved setting it all up. The preparation felt important because it mattered to me.
I usually left an extra seat open. Not because no one ever came, but because I expected someone might. My family was very loving and involved growing up and still is, so usually someone did sit down with me. A parent, a sibling, whoever was nearby. They would squeeze into the tiny chair, hold the little cup, and just go along with it. They did not make it a big deal. They did not make fun of it. They simply joined me.
What made it meaningful was not the table itself. It was someone choosing to sit down.
When that image came back to me during worship, Jesus was sitting in that open chair. He was not distant or above the moment. He was simply there, fully present, looking at me like He was happy to be with me.
What struck me most was this. I was never trying to impress anyone at that table. I was not performing or striving. I was simply inviting someone into something I loved.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped relating to Jesus like that.
Instead of inviting Him into my world, I started trying to present Him with a polished version of myself. Instead of expecting Him to sit with me, I started wondering if I was doing enough to deserve His attention.
But that little girl never questioned whether she was worthy of someone joining her. She just set the table.
Maybe that is what daughterhood looks like. Not earning a seat. Not calculating whether I have done enough to deserve His attention. Just receiving what has already been given.
My dad says something all the time. “He loves you because He loves you.”
There is no extra explanation. No fine print. No hidden condition.
He loves you because He loves you.
That love did not start with me.
Before I ever read a chapter of Scripture. Before I ever led anything. Before I ever tried to be consistent. Before I even understood the concept of love, He knew me. He chose me. He delighted in me.
There was no version of me that earned that affection. There was no spiritual resume that qualified me. I brought nothing to the table except need, and He loved me.
That is what undid me that night.
I have been living as if His love is something I have to maintain, as if one distracted week or one imperfect month could somehow tip the scale, as if intimacy with Him is fragile and dependent on my performance.
But His love began before my obedience ever did.
So why am I still trying to earn what was never based on me in the first place?
That little girl did not wonder if she was worthy of someone sitting down with her. She expected presence.
Somewhere along the way, I started believing I had to impress Jesus into staying. But He was already there.
He loved me before I could offer Him anything. He loves me now, not because I love Him perfectly, but because His love has never depended on my perfection.
Maybe it is about learning to live from love instead of toward it.
Receiving the love that has always been mine.
He loves me because He loves me.
And that is enough.
If this resonates with you and what you are walking through, try something simple this week.
Sit somewhere quiet. No checklist. No agenda. No pressure to say the right thing.
Picture Jesus sitting across from you at the table. Imagine Him looking at you with steady affection.
Then pay attention to what rises up in you.
Maybe it is discomfort. Maybe it is skepticism. Maybe it is the quiet thought, “But You do not really know me.” Maybe it is the instinct to explain yourself or promise you will do better.
Do not rush past that. Name it. Let it surface.
Then bring that very thing to Him.
Tell Him where you still feel the need to earn. Tell Him where you assume He is frustrated. Tell Him where you feel unworthy of simply being with Him.
Surrender those assumptions to the One who loved you before you ever knew He existed, the One whose affection for you was there long before you tried to return it.
Stay there a little longer than feels comfortable.
Let Him love you without interrupting it.
He loves you because He loves you. Let yourself fall into that. I truly believe it will change the way you see everything.
You are loved by the God of the universe. He sees you, and He wants to sit with you.
Here are some verses:
- Romans 5:8 – “But God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
- 1 John 4:9–10 – “This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.”
- Ephesians 2:8–9 – “God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it.”
Here are some songs:
- To The Table – Zach Williams
https://www.youtube.com/watchv=zLKRAVOKhdU&list=RDzLKRAVOKhdU&start_radio=1 - Pieces – Amanda Cook
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sg4O5dqzN68&list=RDSg4O5dqzN68&start_radio=1 - How He Loves + Jealous (Spontaneous) – UPPERROOM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7e3qEQjqlZw&list=RD7e3qEQjqlZw&start_radio=1
I love you all, and I hope you know you are always in my prayers. Anyone who comes across this page is being prayed over. Before I send anything out, I pray it reaches those who need encouragement and refreshment.
I pray you all have an amazing March. Forgive me for being a day late on posting. March will just have two posts.
Blessings to you,
Meghan
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