Monday 28 December 2015

Writing & Poems
Michelle Greene Wheeler

God Knew The Tree

God Knew The Tree

First published February 14, 2007

He watched the seed fall into the cold ground, and even at that moment, He knew what great mission that little seed would one day take on.

He allowed it to soak in just enough rain to feed the sapling's needs, yet kept the rains from overtaking the little sprout or causing it's foundling roots to rot.

His eyes watched the sun shine its loving rays upon the growing tree, but watched it ever so closely so that the heat would never become unbearable or that its leaves would not become scorched.

He instructed the winds to kiss the branches and leaves every now and again, but never allowed it to be too harsh or destructive to the little tree.

Birds made their homes in the shade of its leafy branches and other animals climbed in and through the weave of its limbs yet never broke a twig large enough to cause the tree to suffer from the effects.

Bugs and worms were permitted to crawl over and around the tree, but were stopped short of diving into its bark or causing irreversible damage.

Ten or twenty trees near it may have fallen to the woodsman's ax, but the tree was protected from the blade until it was the right blade at the right time.

Not until it's time. Not until time in heaven and on earth were at the exact moment ordained from Adam and Eve's fall from grace. Not until His time on earth was finished.

He had accomplished the task set before Him by His father. Dying had been His reason for living. Dying, not only for all who lived on the earth at that particular moment, but for you and I who were but specks on an elusive vision called the future.

One tree, apart from all others that have ever grown on the face of the earth, lived to die as He did. Did our God refuse to look upon the tree that would someday hold His battered Son?

No, for if He had, the tree would not have flourished as it did. It would not have grown tall or strong enough to fulfill its own destiny.

No, I believe that Our Father looked after this tiny seed as it became the tree it was purposed to be with all the love and pride that a Father's heart can hold. Yes, He knew its eventual fate. He knew that it would someday be chosen, cut, hewn, and erected for a task so essential to the course of the world that He alone would need to oversee its development.

Did His heart ache as He watched the tree's leaves brush the ground as it fell from its original place? I'm sure it did. Just as I am certain that His precious heart shattered into a thousand pieces as He saw it standing on that forlorn hill on that Good Friday so long ago; His only son hanging from the cross that had been fashioned from its wood.

A saddened gardener became a grieving Father. Both were His own. Tree and Son. One sacrificed for the other; the other sacrificed for you and me. There can be no comparison as to which was the greater sacrifice, for nothing can be compared to the death of our Savior. But both were slain that somber day for our benefit. And God's glory can be seen in the stories of both. One story is the greatest ever told, and one that I stake my own salvation on. The other is a story which tells us what God is able to use a common, lowly seed for the glory of His kingdom, if it is left to His care and direction.

Wearing You On My Sleeve

Wearing You On My Sleeve

First published February 16, 2007

I've always been that type of person, haven't I, Lord? Transparent. Unable to hide my emotions, even when necessary. Loving easily, and rarely being able to keep myself from expressing that love. Even to others who don't feel the same way about me or that do but are uncomfortable accepting or offering professions of love.

A prime example of this is my father. He was raised by parents who just didn't find it particularly easy to show affection to anyone. And I'm sure, in turn, that his parents had been raised the same way. I will soon reach forty years of age, and I believe I've only heard my father tell me that he loves me a total of three times, and each of those was an admission made under duress. Does my father love me? Yes, of course he does. He just finds it difficult to articulate his feelings.

But me, I've always been the gotta hear it, gotta say it kind of person. Maybe it was because I felt the loss of hearing love professed to me so deeply that I became the person I am now. Or maybe this is just the way that You created me to be. The kind who craves the sound of those three words, and who cannot hold her tongue if the words come to the surface. Love is a great, important emotion, and has been expressed by You in 1 Corinthians 13: 4 & 13 as well as it could possibly be. Love is important not only to me, but to You as well.

How do I know this? It's written all over Your word. Love is mentioned six hundred and ninety-seven times, to be exact. Surely, if it wasn't important to You, then it would not be discussed in this book that You wrote for us over and over again. But it most assuredly is.

So how do I know that You love me? How can I be sure that Your love for me transcends the boundaries of my imperfections - warts, scars, flaws and all? I mean, it's not like You call me up once a week or drop by on holidays just to tell me. I've never heard Your physical voice say those all important words, but I have read them many times in Your word. I have read how nothing can separate me from Your love, and that nothing I could ever do will ever cause that love to cease. The scriptures talk about the love You have for me and the rest of Your children so often that there is no need for us to ever doubt it for any reason.

If I say I love You several times a day, I never have to worry that I am wasting words or putting You on the spot. I know that You will delight in hearing my love for You proclaimed until I've drawn my final breath. If I tell everyone I know, and even a few that I don't, that You are the love of my life, I know that You are not embarrassed or scared off. And if I wear signs of my faith or declarations of love for You on my t-shirt or my sleeve, I know that You will not hide Your face nor laugh in mine. My love for You is not only reciprocated, but given back to me a thousand fold.

You are the designer of this thing called love, and You have created it for all people to share in friendship, family ties, and romantically. But there is no higher level of true love to be found than that You have in Your heart for us. We cannot comprehend it. We cannot match it. We can only fervently strive to develop an ever closer and strengthening bond with You that our love for You will grow larger than this life can hold.

Thank You, Lord. Thank You for creating love, for creating me in love, and for creating a love within me that belongs to only You.
And for the umpteenth time today- I Love You, Lord.

Longing Just To Touch You

Longing Just To Touch You

First published February 20, 2007

And a woman who had a hemorrhage for twelve years, and could not be healed by anyone, came up behind Him and touched the fringe of His cloak, and immediately her hemorrhage stopped. And Jesus said, "Who is the one who touched Me?" Jesus said, "Someone did touch Me, for I was aware that power had gone out of Me."

When the woman saw that she had not escaped notice, she came trembling and fell down before Him, and declared in the presence of all the people the reason why she had touched Him, and how she had been immediately healed. And He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace."

Luke 8:43-48 NASB 

How many times have I been like that woman, Lord? Longing to be able to touch You. Aching from the need to grasp the hem of Your garment. Knowing that if I could only press my fingers against the fabric for a moment my prayers would be answered. Sure I'd be able to feel the power that she felt that day so long ago.

There have been many times that I've needed You, Lord. More often than not, my need for you has been desperate, if only in my own mind.

I talk to You, but every now and again, I fail to hear Your response as clearly as I might have hoped. I cry out to You, but sometimes it feels like my tears are slipping through Your hands and falling vainly to the floor. I scream and beat my fists upon my chest, but at times I'm afraid that You have turned Your face from me and shielded Your ears. So what can I do, Lord? What can I do but reach for the hem of Your robe and tug on it as fiercely as I possibly can like a child trying to garner the attention of a busy parent?

Maybe I need to quit sobbing long enough to be able to hear the response You're trying to send to me. Maybe I need to quit focusing on me- my hurt, my needs, my questions, my longing- long enough to set my eyes upon You so that I may see where You may be leading me through this trial.

Maybe I need to quit talking about faith and begin acting on it instead. Maybe I don't really need to physically see, hear or touch You at all. I mean, haven't I seen You in the minute details of nature, the sweet smile of a two year-old, or the perfectly formed laugh lines of a woman who has spent ninety-five years with a heart filled with Your joy? Haven't I heard the rumblings of thunder of the sunniest of days, the crinkle of millions of tiny snowflakes joined together to bear the weight of my shoes, or the wind whispering through the tree outside my bedroom window when all the rest of the world is asleep? And You know that I have held scores of babies including my own precious two, the head of a man made especially for me, and the hand of quite a few irreplaceable souls who have since went home to You. I've read the stories, sang the songs, proclaimed Your glory, and felt Your spirit dance within myself.

I've experienced all these things. These and a million more overwhelmingly wonderful and seemingly insignificant things that have shown me Your presence in this world. In my life. In my very heart. And yet there are times when I still long for one more embrace. One more sign of Your mercy. One more message to only me that You are still concerned with the splendid and horrid details of my journey here on earth. Not only that You care, but that You are invisibly yet steadily working for my good somewhere in the background so that I may see the answer so long prayed for, enjoy the unexpected blessing that I've not even imagined yet, or feel the arms of the friend that You've sent my way to encourage me in my trial.

Then again, just maybe the most important work that You're carrying on behind the scenes is actually in someone else's life. Maybe there's someone somewhere that is unaware that even right now You are preparing these words that are coming from a humble servant’s conversation with her Heavenly Father to touch their heart at a time when they too are longing to touch You, hear You, feel You. It does mean more to us than we could truly explain- knowing that those longings are not wholly unique to our lives. That there are others who feel as we do at times. There is no doubt in my mind that You are in the comfort we bring to another just as much as You are undoubtedly in the comfort that we receive ourselves.

Thank You, Lord, for letting me know that You are there. Thank You for letting me see that in a million different ways. Thank You for letting me hear it in the noises that others take for granted. Thank You for letting me feel it in ways that cannot even be explained. And thank You for letting me show others from time to time that You are there for them as well.

I Love You, Lord.

The Same Old Questions

The Same Old Questions

First published February 20, 2007

Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is
perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light
affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding
and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which
are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are
seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4:16-18 NKJV

It happened again today, Lord. Another of Your children was called home to be with You. It seems like that's been happening a lot lately. Deaths and grief. Illnesses and pain. Troubles and worries. Falling on so many of us like a ninety pound weight.

This is when the questions come. The when's, the how's, the why's. Times like these are when the gray clouds swirl around us so vigorously that we wonder if they won't just sweep us away like Dorothy's house. Sometimes, and I know that we should have more faith in Your promises and love than to give in to these thoughts, but sometimes, we wonder if You have abandoned us. If You've forgotten about us, or left us to our own devices at the moment we need You the most.

Is it our own frailty that asks why a mother lingers on for days between life and death? Is it our own fears that cause us to be unable to visit with the friend who has only days left on this earth? Do we secretly harbor unbelief in our heart of hearts when we see a brother or sister wracked with pain that seems to never cease? Is Satan himself in the questions, or is it only our own humanity that leads us to the same unanswered ones again and again?

I don't know, Lord. I don't know the answers to these questions any more than I have the answers to a million more just like them that I and the rest of Your children send Your way every time something comes at us that we just can't understand.

Your scriptures say that we are not to lose heart. That we cannot look at the things that happen to us in this life as permanent or unchangeable. But Lord, it is so hard. It's so difficult to see these situations all around us, and perhaps even especially in our own lives, and not become downhearted. It seems nearly impossible to erase these questions from our mind in times when our faith is tested or our lives are in danger.

I know, Lord, that nothing that happens in this world is truly lasting, even though much seems to last past what our mind's time frame can accept. I know that these sufferings are like minute drops of rain to You who holds time from beginning to end in Your hand. And I know that however great these trials may be to us in the here and now, there will come a day when all these things will have passed away. Then we will know joy and peace that so far surpasses the measure of pain that we are experiencing now that we cannot even possibly begin to comprehend how wonderful it will be.

But Lord, every now and again, when these tribulations come at our hearts like arrows aimed at an apple, forgive us for our failing faith. Forgive us for questioning Your reasons. Forgive us for the anger that bubbles up within us before we even realize it. And Lord, forgive us for forgetting that You are in control of every situation, no matter how bleak it may look to us. For I know that You have said that all things work for good for those who love You. Not a few things, not most, but all. Even if the good that comes at the end of the affliction is death, then there is still joy for us, Your children. For death is not an end to life, it is only the end to the life that we can see with our eyes. Because of Your death, our deaths are the very beginning of our eternal lives!

Thank You, Lord, for holding us in the palm of Your hand. Thank You for the trials that come our way- they only serve to make us long for the day when we will be with You and troubles will be no more. And Thank You, Lord, for having compassion toward us when we bombard You with the questions that overflow from our minds-

I Love You, Lord.

It's Time To Go

It's Time To Go

First published February 22, 2007

Verse 1
You led me by the brook just like Elijah
It nourished me for quite a long, long time
But lately Lord, the flow’s become a trickle
What am I to do when it goes dry?

I need you to move on
I need you to be strong
Set your eyes on Me, don’t look behind
I need you to trust Me
I need you to just believe
That I have everything under control
Hold on to me, child, it’s time to go

Verse 2
Here I’ve felt Your peace, I’ve known security
It’s scary face to face with the unknown
But if You tell me change is what I need now
Then take that first step Lord, I’ll follow

You need me to move on
You need me to be strong
Set my eyes on You, don’t look behind
You need me to trust You
Need me to believe in You
That You have everything under control
Hold on to You, ‘cause it’s time to go

There is peace in this decision
Your voice has been so clear
There’s excitement in what’s coming
Erased are all my fears

I’m ready to move on
I’m ready to be strong
My eyes are set on You, not what’s behind
I’m ready to trust You
Lord, I believe You, too
That You have everything under control
I’m holding on to You, it’s time to go
I’m holding on to You, Lord, here we go...

Someone Somewhere Love

Someone Somewhere Love

First published February 22, 2007

Verse 1
Sad little boy cries alone in his bed
Mourning his father recently dead
Won’t someone, somewhere love him?
Forgotten girl with body weak and taut
Scouring garbage for food when suddenly caught
Won’t someone, somewhere love her?

Jesus would
We all should
Live lives of compassion
Love all with all passion
Where there is heartache, sorrow or pain
Someone, somewhere love

Verse 2
Lonely man staring at his metal cage
Heart filled with guilt, tears roll down his face
Won’t someone, somewhere love him?
Scorned lady who’s sold her body to men
Wonders was it her soul they bought instead?
Won’t someone, somewhere love her?

Jesus would
We all should
Live lives of compassion
Love all with all passion
Where there is heartache, sorrow or pain
Someone, somewhere love

Verse 3
Nails in his hands, arms open wide
Wearing our sin He hung there and died
Won’t someone, somewhere love Him?
As he closed His eyes, He saw your face
The image more vivid than death could erase
Won’t you, won’t you love Him?



First published February 25, 2007

We hear the word persecuted, and we think of martyrs from olden times who have been faced with the tip of a sword, or a modern day teen forced to stare down the barrel of a gun. Souls at the ultimate crossroads, commanded to make the choice to either stand in faith for our Savior's name or deny Him once and for all.

Those are moments we all hope we never have to experience for ourselves. The gravity of such situations cannot be measured, and have earned their rightful place in our hearts and memories. We hope that we would do the same if given the same ultimatum; we pray that if ever we were forced to cross the same line, we would do it with dignity and honor to God.

Though the stories like those mentioned remain in our minds forever, we often forget that persecution still goes on today. Around the world, there are many pockets of civilization where Christians are still persecuted. These are areas where God’s children have gone to spread the good news of the gospel, but have even in our day and time had to deal with the sometimes dire consequences of their well intended actions. Missionaries who journey to a foreign land only to find the village hostile to their message. Groups that travel thousands of miles to plant a new church in an area where there had never been one before but are then harassed at every turn. Those who have spent numerous hours and resources to help a community seemingly forgotten by the rest of the world, only to have their efforts destroyed before they could even be finished. We must always remember to hold those in such precarious areas in our hearts and prayers.

But, there are often smaller instances of persecution for Christ's name that occur right here in America- even in our own back yards. How, you say? Where?

Maybe we look at most of these situations as inconsequential, and compared with the sacrifices that others have made and continue to make, they are insignificant in a lot of ways. But I don't believe that God finds even the smallest attack that His children go through for His name or in His service to be trivial at all. The love He has for us is even greater than that of an earthly parent; His heart aches just as ours do for the trials that our children go through. Yes, we may get more upset depending on the seriousness or nature of what's going on with our child, but we never become uncaring about the sticks thrown at them at the playground, the bad names a bully might call them, or the scraped hands and knees they've received from being pushed from their bike. Our first instincts are still to throw our arms open, run to them, and to embrace them with all the love and comfort we can muster, while telling them that everything will be alright.

So, what is the spiritual equivalent to sticks and stones? First, there are times when we are looked down upon, talked about, and made fun of just for being Christians. People who call us freaks or holy-rollers. Those who won't listen to anything we have to say because they've experienced one or two who were hypocrites and now they believe that we all are. Family that won't come to visit because they know they're going to be face to face with your Christian lifestyle or the lack of Christ in their own lives. All of these are common occurrences that hurt our hearts from time to time.

Sometimes the persecution can even come from fellow Christians. Ever had anyone to tell you that something God had told you to do was crazy? That you shouldn't be doing it? Or how about hearing that some are saying you're trying to run everything or going overboard when you're just so on fire for Jesus that you want to be involved in any way you can? Ever known someone who always seems to find some petty reason for being against everything you attempt to do for the Lord? Who make comments telling you that you're taking this religion thing too far? Even make you feel bad for tithing or not wanting to miss a service?

These, too, are instances of modern-day persecution. Not serious enough, admittedly, to have live or die consequences, but they are matters which hurt us, nonetheless, and the hurt we feel has been imposed upon us for His sake. We've all used the old school-yard reply that words can never hurt us, but we all know that this is far from the truth of the matter, even though we hate to admit it most of the time.

Especially when your motives and actions are based upon the joy you have in Christ, having someone go against that is hard. Discouraging and disheartening. Makes you wonder if anything you do is actually worth it. If you’re making any difference by following His directions. Sometimes, our response it to just quit. Give it all up. What's the use in trying so hard to please God when you're making enemies of the world around you?

Dear friend, don’t give in to words or people that are trying to bring you down when you’re serving the Savior. Living for and working for Him is called The Good Fight for a reason: Most of the time, it involves struggle. There will probably never be a time during your journey here on earth when the going will be easy or critic-free. Those who wish for your failure may be temporarily happy if they succeed in hindering your progress, but you, and more importantly God, will definitely not be. Neither will the unseen souls that are waiting to hear the message that you are offering or living.

Set your head and heart on Him, and your eyes straight ahead of you in the direction that He has shown you to go. To the right and left you may hear jeers more often than the cheers, but always remember that the race is worth running, and He’s counting on you to win!

If I Could Look Through Christ's Eyes

If I Could Look Through Christ's Eyes

First published March 9, 2007

John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

The verse is one that I've heard all my life. One I memorized as a child. I've taken out 'the world' and added my own name so that I could recognize how personal the verse could be. But the question is: how many times have I really thought about His love for the world, as opposed to myself, and what that means for those of us whose main objective in life is to become more like Him?

At some point in our lives, we've probably all fell into the trap of thinking that somehow we've not been quite as sinful as others. It's the humanity in all of us that wants so badly to convince ourselves that maybe we are actually deserving of God's love and mercy, if only just a little. We've not been so bad, have we? I mean, sure, we have sinned in our lifetimes. Perhaps we've even done things that were so terrible that we'd be embarrassed if others were to find us out. But most of us have never murdered, raped, lived a life of crime or cursed God. We've not committed any of those terrible, black sins. So we want to justify ourselves, if only in our own minds, that we deserve our salvation. Or that we're better than other Christians because the past we've asked Him to forgive wasn't as serious as those the guy in the pew across from us has been guilty of.

But that kind of logic is in error. Not only is it wrong, but it's a dangerous state of mind to dwell in. The sins we've committed are no better than anyone else's. What's more, the book of James tells us that whoever keeps all laws and commandments except for one automatically becomes guilty of all because of the one we did commit. That's a pretty hefty passage and one that we should not take lightly. I know what you're saying. You mean to tell me that just because I lied about something yesterday, the weight of sin I carry is equal to the weight of murder? That's what our manual for living, the Holy Bible, says. You might find this unfair, and most people would agree with you. But there are reasons behind every action and reaction that God has, and His ways are much wiser than our own.

I believe that one reason behind this passage is that it makes us humble if we take it seriously. To consider ourselves no better than someone that has done something we find heinous is against our nature. We all want to feel like we're something special; that because we live our lives relatively cleanly, we are deserving of a higher regard and respect. But our Father reminds us, for those times when we inevitably forget, that He has created us of the same materials and with the same amount of detail and loving care. And we are all born with that sinful nature that required His blood to be shed in sacrifice for.

Jesus tells us in Matthew 18:3-4 that we are to humble ourselves like children. Our Savior said much in these few words. Children are not born with prejudices or with notions of superiority. Newborns have no idea whether they have just come into a family that lives in the projects of Atlanta, or if their family is of royal descent. They do not recognize themselves as better as any other baby in the nursery. They don't care anything about looking better than the tyke in the next crib or if the child on the other side has designer diapers. And perhaps the most important example we can take from newborns is that they do not come into the world having to justify themselves or beg for love. Most are loved before they are ever seen and are loved unconditionally- no matter who they look like, despite any physical deformities or maladies, and without a cent to their newly bestowed name.

If we are to truly see people as Christ sees them, we should strive to be like the parents of the newborn. We should greet others as if we've been waiting for them for months, ready to feed or clothe them and attend to their needs, and love them with the love of a parent. That's how Jesus sees each of us every day of our life. As a father loves his child. He looks upon us and sees the sweet, innocent boy or girl we used to be. He is able to look past the bodies we’ve abused and see the fragile heart inside. He can still see the potential inside of us through all the opportunities we’ve thrown away. And He can see the drop of His own blood that bore our own name at Calvary.

How often can we honestly say that we have looked at another human being the same way we look at our own children? If God sees each and every individual on earth as His own special child and we are to continuously strive to see others as He sees them, our vision of others will be drastically changed. Our lives, and society as a whole, could be changed also. Can you even imagine living in a world where all Christians were able to look at their neighbor across the street, the woman standing on the corner begging for food, or the man sitting in prison in the same way that they looked at their own children? Even though I can barely imagine it, I know that I would love to live there.

Too often, we have a hard time with the commandment that Christ called the greatest. Loving Him is seemingly easy enough, but loving others as we love ourselves is perhaps the hardest request our Father has given us. When we love ourselves, we see to it that our shelter is provided for, that we have enough food in our bellies, that necessities are met, and that we receive a few of our wants when our finances allow. But how often do we ask others, even those in our own families, if their needs have been met? When was the last time we had something extra and offered it to someone who might want or need it free of charge? With the exception of the Christmas season or birthdays, have you ever asked a friend or loved one what their most wished for item was?

Most of us hold Christ’s words about loving others dearly in our hearts. But something holds us back from feeling that love as dearly as He would have us feel it. And for some reason, we fail to act on the love we do have for our fellow man. Is it selfishness? Is it pride? Are we afraid?

In this keeping up with the Joneses, looking out for number one society that we live, people who care as much about other's needs and desires as they do their own are called names. Fanatic. Crazy. Suckers. Door mats. Very rarely are they called what they truly are: Christ-like. That is a name I’m sure we would all love to be called on a daily basis.

Let us all pray that He will truly open our hearts to those He calls His child. Ask Him to impress upon our eyes and our minds His own vision as we look upon others, and that it will become natural for us to do so each time we meet someone new. If we also ask Him to guide us to those who are desperate for love to be shown or have needs we can meet, I am certain the He will put people before us whom we can minister to in His name. In the process, we might just receive more of His love than we could ever give away!

If I could look through Christ’s eyes
Then I would know
What it was in this cold world
That made Him love it so

If I could look through Christ’s eyes
I’d understand much more
The love He felt upon that tree
For each one that He died for

If I could look through Christ’s eyes
Maybe then I’d see
Just what it was that He saw
That made Him save someone like me

If I could look through Christ’s eyes
Then I’d have insight
To what it’s like to live with God
In the glory of His light

One day He’ll help me comprehend
The things I cannot see
When I leave this earth to live
With Him eternally.

God On The Mountain

God On The Mountain

First published March 31, 2007

Thank You, Lord, for planting me in the midst of these wonderful mountains!

I drove up to the top of one of our area mountains the other day, and I was so blown away, Lord, by the awesomeness of it all. Being so close to the clouds and sky made me feel as if I could just step out and join You in the heavens; Like I was physically in Your presence. I felt that I had a special glimpse of the view that You have each day. I looked out on the adjoining hills and tree tops and realized that this was just a small corner of Your vast, wonderful creation. The width and depth and height of the entire world that Your hands have made are incomprehensible to me. For a moment, I felt so insignificant and small. Just a speck in the great scheme of things.

And then I thought of all the people who were at that very moment living, laughing, playing, working and praying within the boundaries of my limited vision. And even though I could only see a small part of the world, Lord, I realized that there must be thousands of people living within a ten mile or so radius of where I was standing. I realized that You knew each person by name. You alone knew every disappointment, failing, and feeling of inadequacy. You know what their prayers are for, and the truest desires of their hearts. You have seen all the scars and tears that no one else on earth will ever have an idea about.

You know their hopes, dreams, and loves. You share in their joys and take pride in their accomplishments just as I do with my own children. You see past all those bruises and things that we see as handicaps and see the person they can be. You know what Your perfect purpose for their life is even when they’re not so sure of it themselves.

Lord, how special we are. To be Your creation and even more than that, Your child, for that is such a wonderful thing to be. That You should care for each one of us so much that even the tiniest things in our lives matters to You is overwhelming to know!

Thank You, so much, Lord. Thank You for caring for everyone so much. Thank You for loving us all so much. And mostly, Lord, thank You for caring so much for me. Even in such a big world with problems so much greater than mine could ever be You care about the little things that I go through. Make me worthy every day of such love and devotion.

I Love You, Lord.

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