Get to wake up early in the morning in a warm bed. Get to go to school even though there are a million other children that probably work harder than I do. Get beautiful sunshine, light breeze, and some company to walk to school. Get to eat a nutritious lunch. Get to come home to have laundry to do - but don't get me wrong, having laundry to do means I have clothes on my back. It means I have more than enough clothes on my back.
Reflecting on just the morning alone makes me realize the infinite number of blessings God has showered me with.
Why?
Why?
That's just the beauty of it. I am so inadequate. I do not always love the Lord with all my heart, mind, and soul. I sin every single day, always falling short of his standard. Compared to Him, I'm dirt. Filthy. Useless.
But He chose to love me and save me anyway, and at this moment I am completely in awe.
I think my Father is kind of crazy. No logical person would sacrifice the most precious thing they have for something worthless. But then again, no logical person, or any person, could ever fathom the vast love & grace He has for us.
On the earth You rest Your feet
Yet the hands that cradle the stars
Are the hands that bled for me
In a moment of glorious surrender
You were broken for all the world to see
Lifted out of the ashes
I am found in the aftermath
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