And why are You mindful of Him, Lord?
You know the number of strands of my hair (and they are a lot, I know). I am wonderfully loved.
Even in my failures, weaknesses, triumphs and quirks, You can still make them work for my good. Imagine that. What comes to my mind is a pot full of boiling water with everything that tastes good and bad in it yet it still tastes yummy when You serve it. Now that is far from what I can comprehend. 🙂 But I love it just the same. I don’t have to understand it.
Take home message after cellgroup meeting tonight: We are special to God. Inspite of man’s fallen state, God’s imprint and His image (imago Deo) remained in us. Whoa! That blew me.
I love You, Jesus. Yes, I really do and I am a million things grateful for You and who You are. I just wanna write it here and shout it out in this world wide web.