The Author and perfecter of the universe knows your name, knows the number of hairs on your head, knows your every breath. More than that. He loves you like a groom loves a bride, like a parent loves a child.
His love for you has traveled to the depths of the grave, through the darkest corners of sin for you. This is the greatest mystery and the greatest exercise of His Sovereignty.
Every wreck I’ve caused in my life, every painful turn my life has taken is part of the plan He ordained for me from the beginning of time. While He was creating the earth I walk on and the stars I stand in awe of, He paused to smile upon my clumsy feet.
Its hard to accept grace from the supreme power of the universe, but that’s exactly what He wants. He’s viewing your life like a movie He’s seen before-He wants you to trust that his ending , and the path to it, are sufficient. As our souls moan the trials of life, He leans down to whisper, “Rest in me, little child, and dry all your tears. You can lay down you armor and have no fear. Because I’m always here when you’re tired of running, and I’m all the strength that you need.”
