I thought about
God and how much we should get on his nerves.
If he thought like us, he wouldn’t have any nerves left. He doesn’t though, he thinks like God. He never gets tired of hearing me talk to
him. He never wishes that I would go
away and stop spending time with him. He
would hug me anytime I asked if he were here on earth in the flesh. He would show me over and over again how to
do something and never once lose his patience.
When I’m lost he finds me. When I’m
sad he comforts me. When I am wrong he corrects me. When I disobey, he gives me grace. He forgives me time and time again. He allowed his one and only son to DIE in my
place.
Enough said.
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