Friday, January 16, 2015
Perfectly Understood
God is proving to me time and time again how good he is and how much he loves me. Little moments like the sunset catching those flowers above make me think about how God knows how much I love nature and beauty and color, and he gives it to me. I don't deserve it at all; in fact, I sometimes simply equate these moments to little coincidences in nature. But then there's that soft voice in the back of my head that says maybe if I pay a little more attention, I'll see the sunset is actually an "I love you" from a father who perfectly understands his son.
