A Flattering Morning

My favorite time of the day... morning.

My favorite time of the day... morning.

I woke up refreshed this morning. It’s amazing the difference a good night’s rest will make.

I was out of coffee this morning which gave me the perfect excuse to go to Starbucks and get a “grande, sugar free hazelnut, no-room-but-a-dash-of-soy-milk, Americano.”

I got to the office at 6:55, chatted with our lovely receptionist and then headed up to the fourth floor of our Global Ministry Center (a.k.a. world headquarters).

The lights were off, cubes were quiet, and I was contently sipping my coffee as I checked my personal email accounts.

As I opened my school account, I came across an email from Liberty University.

We at the Liberty Journal have heard that you’ve been working at Compassion International. We feature many alumni stories and are very interested to hear yours. If you are interested, send me an email back about what you are doing now and what your job at Compassion International encompasses.

I could hardly believe it. It could be that I was a lucky draw from a hat of recently graduated names. But this is the second email that I have received from Liberty stating that they have heard about what I am doing here at Compassion.

My first email came from Johhnie Moore, one of our campus pastors. He personally wrote to tell me that he had heard about me and what I was doing and wanted me to know that he was “proud of me.”

The Lord has an incredible and mysterious way of letting us know that He sees us where we are and hears us when we call. More than that, He knows when we need a little encouragement; a sign or word of affirmation that what we are doing is in fact what He wants us doing.

Our God is an intimate God. He’s more than caring; He concerned. He’s enthralled by us.
He pursues us. This is the most precious truth to me right now.

I am wanted. I am desired. I am seen as a treasure being sought after, fought for, and defended.

I am made worthy because He sees me that way. I have done nothing to deserve it and I am freed from earning it. I have been blessed with the gift of value and significance because He said so.

It’s a beautiful day.


About mndunn26

I recently realized that my life is somewhat of a beautiful mess. A "pollack-type-picture" if you will, of colors, experiences, and people that, despite the seeming disarray, is captivating & confusing; patterened & yet unpredictable. But most of all, it is mysteriously designed, purposed, and appointed. For what? I don't know yet... but I'm learning as I go.

2 responses »

  1. Meredith, this is SO cool! I’m loving your blog. Keep writing … you’re a great writer.

    “I am wanted. I am desired. I am seen as a treasure being sought after, fought for, and defended.”

    Truer words were never spoken.

  2. Great post! I am reminded of the letter I received from Compassion International yesterday. My child in Haiti, Enold, lost his home and all his possessions in the recent hurricanes there. His father is a Pastor who walks 4 1/2 hours every weekend to his church. Please pray for this family and community. I’m certain that God hears their pain and will be very close in ways they can’t imagine.

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