I get to spend a lot of sweet time with my daughter. I’m one lucky daddy. And I don’t take the time for granted. We spend time studying each other, learning each others faces and movements. She’s growing fast but it’s okay, because I’m able to be a part of her growing. I want to be a part of it because she’s so special. Like any child, she has incredible value. She’s God’s little girl, a gracious gift to my wife and me, and her life means that by God’s grace she may become a fine citizen of God’s beautiful kingdom. Life is truly a gift. I took this picture of the little hairs coming in and growing on her head. We’re still on the edge of our seats, wondering what color her hair will be.
6Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God’s sight. 7But even the hairs of your head are all counted. Do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows. 8“And I tell you, everyone who acknowledges me before others, the Son of Man also will acknowledge before the angels of God; —Luke 12.6–8
I love this verse. It reminds me in the worst of times that I am always loved by God. To know that the hairs on my head are counted tells me that God knows me better than anyone. For God to know such things means that I am valued, that I am worth so much to Him. How much? Enough for Him to send His Son to save me, laying down his life willingly for me to be rescued from sin and brought close to Him. He’s my Father and my hero.
My selfish prayer is that I can be my daughter’s hero—that I can be a constant help to her because I know her and love her. But there’s only one who knows her better than her mother and I, who has counted all the little hairs on her precious head. And we, too (her mother and I) will look to Him for comfort and value because our hairs are counted, too. Know that God knows your value and has paid the ultimate price (the death of His Son) so that you may live into your role as a loved and valued child of God.