Do You Remember Who I Am?

Lately I’ve just been humbled over and over again. When you think about the love and mercy of Jesus Christ, how can you not be humbled though?

When I bow my head to pray I can say “Father”, “Daddy”, or “Abba” to the Lord of the universe and everything that inhabits it. This same Lord made me with His very hands. He knows me inside and out and still He loves me all the same. He cares enough about me to know my pain and my hurt. He listens to me when I whine about stuff that He already has worked out for my good and His glory.

When I bow my head to pray I say “I love you, too.” I just don’t think it’s fair to say “I love you” to my God who loved me first. My God who loved me when I didn’t know who He was. My God who loved me when I knew who He was… but I simply didn’t care.

When I find myself in situations where I am able to share the Word, I am humbled that He would allow me do that. And not only does He allow me to do that but He places me in situations just for that purpose. ME. I am so unworthy and ever-failing. I am the chewed up, spit out gum on the bottom of His sandals and He lets me share His precious Word. That’s what really blows my mind and I begin to wonder “Why?”… All the things that I have done against Him. All the times that I have failed. God, don’t you remember that!? … Then He says, “Nope, I sure don’t.”

Praise Him.