And even the very hairs of your
head are all numbered.
Matthew 10:30 (NIV)
Jesus, amazingly, You have all the hairs counted on my head. You knew me inside my mother’s womb, because You made me. You know my every struggle, and You collect every tear in a bottle. You know my favorite gelato, my favorite kind of tree, and the music that makes me dance. Yes, You are the One who cares for me, watches over me, the Rescuer of my soul, and my dearest friend. Such extravagant love. How can I ever thank You enough?
Questions for Pondering…
What are the best ways to thank the Lord for his never-ending devotion to me?
How can I express this wonderful news of God’s love to others?
