God’s Beloved Daughter-Child | Part 3 of 4

I haven’t always called myself God’s beloved daughter-child.  For years I wouldn’t have dared presume such a high-minded view of myself.  How did this happen?  And how might this help me think about what I believed when I was 11 years old?

This post is about the first question:  How did this happen?  The second will wait.  Thanks for being patient.  If I don’t address today’s topic first, I’ll end up picking my childhood theology to pieces. Read the rest of this entry »