Tears stream down my face- I am completely emotionally overwhelmed with God's love for me.
I'm worrying worrying worrying about my life. My tendinitis, which keeps me from practicing the music that I love so much and want to make a future of, my summer plans, my grad school plans, whether or not I will actually pass my Swahili class (thats a big one...)...and the list goes on.
I can not do this with out Him. Can't. No way, no how, it won't happen.
My left arm is giving me pain as I type this, so it will need to be short.
I'm writing for as much of a reminder to myself than to any one else who may read this. I have a God who loves me. He thinks I am beautiful and wonderful, and He created me for His pleasure.
A thoughtful friend pointed out today how Isaiah says God has our names engraved on his hand! Another friend brought up the perfect image of a middle school writing "I love ___" on their hand. They write the a specific name on their hand! They don't care who reads it, and they may even stare at their hand daydreaming about this so-and-so that they are so in love with. It is raising my spirits just to compare this image to our God. Our God that will never leave or forsake us. He has our names engraved on his hand! Tattooed, carved, whatever! Its permanent. We're there, and He is watching us so in love.
I am very grateful for my friends who brought this image to my mind, and my heart yearns to live thankfully for my great and awesome God that has my name on His hand.
