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Psyonide
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The most amazing thing about God is not that He died for me, though I am thankful for that. No, the most amazing thing about God is that He knows everything about me; every thought I’ve ever had, every word I’ve ever said, everything I’ve ever done, and yet despite of this, He loves me. And not like some distant relative who sends you the odd birthday card and might be interested in what you’ve been up to every now and then.
My God loves like a first time father, that can’t quite believe that this little bundle is His. He smiles at my oddities, laughs at my silly moments or at my rubbish jokes, lifts me up on His shoulders proudly when I ride my bike for the first time or say my alphabet without any mistakes. He’s eager to hear what I’ve been up today, and He tears up over the little things, like the first time I say His name, or say ‘I love you daddy’.
It doesn’t matter that my drawings are stick figures, or that the writing is illegible, you’ll still find them pinned proudly to His fridge. It doesn’t matter that at sports day I trip over the hurdles and end up last in the 100 meters, He’s there cheering me on and congratulating me at the finish line. It doesn’t even matter when I break something important to Him and run to Him crying saying that I’m sorry and I didn’t mean to, He just lets me sit on His lap and holds me tight, telling me that It’s okay, that He still loves me.
It’s this love, that holds me tight when I’m afraid, lost, upset or simply just need someone, that is the most amazing thing about my God.
Thank You God that You love us all like this, like Your precious children
My God loves like a first time father, that can’t quite believe that this little bundle is His. He smiles at my oddities, laughs at my silly moments or at my rubbish jokes, lifts me up on His shoulders proudly when I ride my bike for the first time or say my alphabet without any mistakes. He’s eager to hear what I’ve been up today, and He tears up over the little things, like the first time I say His name, or say ‘I love you daddy’.
It doesn’t matter that my drawings are stick figures, or that the writing is illegible, you’ll still find them pinned proudly to His fridge. It doesn’t matter that at sports day I trip over the hurdles and end up last in the 100 meters, He’s there cheering me on and congratulating me at the finish line. It doesn’t even matter when I break something important to Him and run to Him crying saying that I’m sorry and I didn’t mean to, He just lets me sit on His lap and holds me tight, telling me that It’s okay, that He still loves me.
It’s this love, that holds me tight when I’m afraid, lost, upset or simply just need someone, that is the most amazing thing about my God.
Thank You God that You love us all like this, like Your precious children