Just a short entry for today. I was going back over some of my notes and a couple of things stuck out to me:
Psalms 56:8 “Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?”
To think that God, the creator, the all-sufficient one, the foundation and initiator of creation has a sepcial bottle that has all the tears that I have cried. That time that I thought I was so alone. That time that I was so hurt. When I scraped my knee when I was 6. When my grandmother died. All those times, even when I felt so alone, God was not only close enough to hear my prayers, but close enough to collect the very tears I cried and store them in a bottle. I fail to understand why anyone can love me that much. Especially God, who knows every thoght and intent of my heart. Then there’s:
Matthew 10:30 “But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.”
At face value this verse is good. He knows that I have 51,634 hairs and that I shaved them this morning. But Mark Chironna pointed out that it isn’t so much that he knows the total quantity. He knows wich came in first, which came in last and all in between. He knows which hair is number 4923, who long it is and when it arrived.
For someone….anyone…to know me with that much detail, and still love me makes me want to know why.