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Five Minute Friday: Cherished

The first thing that came to mind when I read today's word "Cherished" was my parents. They are 80 and 72 and I feel so fortunate to still have them in my life. I cherish every holiday and birthday that I get to spend with them. So many people my age have lost a parent or both and I can't imagine the feeling that must be  - to be an orphan of sorts.

I know that I am cherished by my parents. Even when I didn't do as well in college as I could have, even when I've given them disappointing news, I never once felt not cherished by them. Their love is unconditional and I don't know what I would do without them. I have to be careful what I say to them these days, I try not to mention things that need fixing at my house or with my car because my father, still wanting to take care of his oldest daughter, will try to find a solution. I don't want him working that hard. I want him to stay safe and sound and take it easy so he'll be around as long as possible. Forever would be nice.

My parents love for me reflects my heavenly father's love for me. Unconditional, always there for me to run home to. I am embarrassed to say though that I take that love for granted. I don't cherish God's presence in my life like I cherish the presence of my parents. I am working on that. I try to concentrate on his love for me and to rely on that love for me. I try to remember that even when I don't do my best or I disappoint him, I am still cherished in God's eyes. What a wonderful thing it is to have three parents who love me like that.

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  1. You're very blessed to have been cherished by your parents. Very blessed. And blessed that their love leads you to the Father's. It makes sense that their love is sometimes clearer to you than His, but theirs is, after all, merely the reflection in the mirror of the true thing. I suppose you're learning that too.

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  2. finding you from five minute friday...

    beautiful thoughts and so lucky are you to have such wonderful parents. i feel this way, too. i think when you reach that age where you realize your parents are humans afterall, you cherish them perhaps a bit more. or maybe in a different way.

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