{abba’s girl. fearless & fiercely loved.}

“This comes hoping to find you well as it leaves me at present.” (The Secret Garden)

I have always loved to read; but this seemingly ordinary sentence, which I read when I was about 10 years old, began my love for words that went beyond being a mere consumer.

I began yearning to write.

Thus I started scribbling down my thoughts, my feelings, random ideas about school and life, interesting (and not-so-interesting) events of the day, and everything in between. As I daily wrote, I was becoming more drawn to words finding much needed comfort in them.

Writing became my invisible yet tangible best friend to whom I could pour out anything — the good, the bad, and the ugly. I had felt safe in it.

A few years after I became a Christian, writing took a new form in my life from a place of comfort to being an instrument — a tool to draw closer to Jesus. I wrote (and I still do) to Him pouring my heart out like I always did except this time I knew I was writing to Him. More recently, writing has once again taken on a new shape as I have grown in my relationship with Him. Now I not only write to Jesus, but I write to share Him, to express Him to others.

I write about how He is changing me from the inside-out, about how He is turning everything I know upside-down, about the uncommon sweetness and challenges of being His child, about the pains and joys of a life lived in Him, and about the delightful discoveries of being loved and cherished as a daughter.

I write about the anger and pain of the past, about the momentary happiness of the present, and about the discomfort of what lies ahead of me and the uncertainty of the future in this world but all in the backdrop of God’s sovereignty.

I write about how He is making me fearless — brave — in the midst of life’s precariousness as I come face to face with my many fears and struggles. I write about how He constantly reminds me that He fiercely loves me no matter how unlovable I may think I am. I write about the joy of living and loving, about the depth of my gratitude for His overwhelming love and grace, and about the substance and beauty of life.

I write about how life is so much better with Him.

I write about how life is so much better with Him.

I started this blog in 2011 when I first studied the book of Esther with a beautiful group of women in North Carolina. I was extremely blessed by the study that I felt the longing to share through writing what God was showing me.  From that time on, the blog has evolved into something more personal.  It became my online journal as His daughter. Hence I named it, “the king’s daughter.”

In 2012, my husband gave me a verse that exceptionally spoke to me. It’s almost a summary of my life: where I came from, who I was, where I am now and who I am in God. It’s the verse I’ve been holding onto these last few years as I discover more of Jesus and growing more in Him.

For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” (Romans 8:15)

Early this year, I felt that my writing is changing as I am changing. This led me to the thought: It was time for a major change in my blog. It had to change along with its writer and its content.

So my blog will now be carrying my name and, as inspired by Romans 8:15, a bold declaration that I am Abba’s girl; I am fearless and fiercely loved by Him.

And this is not only true of me, but of every child of God. You are Abba’s daughters and sons. He desires for us to not live in fear but to be fearless in the freedom of being His children. He longs for us to feel how He fiercely loves us; He died for us because of this love.

I am Abba’s girl; I am fearless and fiercely loved by Him.

Before I end, here is something I want to share with you. I found this while searching for what Abba means. It made me smile because it’s so appropriate to call Him, “Abba.” He is my — our — Daddy.

The word Abba is an Aramaic word that would most closely be translated as “Daddy.” It was a common term that young children would use to address their fathers. It signifies the close, intimate relationship of a father to his child, as well as the childlike trust that a young child puts in his “daddy.” (http://www.gotquestions.org)

I pray for this blog to minister to your hearts, to encourage you in your walk with Jesus, and to draw you to Him for a deeper, more fervent relationship with Him allowing the Holy Spirit’s power to permeate every part of you. I pray that, as I share my heart in my writings, you sense His longing for you to cry out to Him, “Abba, Father.”

March 29, 2015
3:12 p.m.
Krabi, Thailand