God knows me, even the secret places, the parts of me that I don’t even acknowledge. He understands the parts of me that I certainly don’t want to expose. He nurtures the dreams of me that I’m afraid to keep dreaming. The memories in me that I try not to remember, He remembers those too. He knows the fears that I have, and gently reminds me that in Him, there is no fear. He’s the One who makes sense of me. He stands me up to see myself, to see the world through His eyes. He’s doing a beautiful thing. I can see it now.
I can face my future. I can stand tall in the beautiful presence of God and dream. I can stand tall in the strength of God’s protection. I can stand tall and rest in His timing. I can stand tall and trust in His love. I can stand tall in the assurance that He knows me and is there for me anyway.
Jesus, thank you. Thank you for knowing me and promising to make sense of me and my life anyway.
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