Things become precious not merely because of what they are, but because of whose they are. A mother treasures her child not because of accomplishments or usefulness, but because that child is hers. We understand that kind of love instinctively. We cherish those who are bound to us by relationship. In the same way, Scripture reminds us that God’s saints are precious to Him because they belong to His household—born again by grace, made sons and daughters through regeneration.

I’ve often thought about how easily we underestimate God’s affection toward His children. We speak readily of His power, His holiness, His authority—but sometimes forget His tenderness. Yet God our Father does not love less deeply than we do. His affection does not fall short of ours; it exceeds it. No mother’s heart has ever yearned for her child, and no father’s joy has ever matched the delight of God when one of His children walks closely with Him—or returns after wandering.

There is something deeply comforting in knowing that we are precious to the Lord not because of perfection, but because of relationship. We are His. Even when we err, even when we struggle, even when we stumble, His heart still yearns for us. His love does not grow cold, and His care does not fade. He rejoices in His children, and He never stops calling them home.

This truth reshapes how I view my own walk with God. I am not approaching a distant Judge hoping for tolerance; I am coming to a loving Father who delights in His children. That reality brings both comfort and responsibility—comfort in knowing I am deeply loved, and responsibility to live as one who belongs to Him.