This is what I journaled on May 15, 2010:
Your creation is beautiful. I know this full well. The people you created are gorgeous. There isn't one that doesn't have your fingerprint. They are stunning and loved. By the most high God. You love well. You love perfectly. You love with the heart of a parent. You desire to protect us and hold us and keep us from danger. You desire to bless us and provide for us. You love us despite our shortcomings or insecurities. We are imperfect, yet are loved by the One, the Lord alone. He cares enough to create us... Cell by cell you blessed us. You dreamed about me and my personality and my person. You knew me before I knew myself. You are perfect- the creator of all things, yet your creations chose evil. We chose choices over resting and waiting patiently in the love of our God. We chose destruction and now are swept up in the consequences. The wake of the first sin carries us further and further from your perfection and goodness.
Yet you still love us. Still you wait for us. Still you call my name in the desert and wilderness and whisper sweet mornings to me. You never stop pursuing me. Your grace is enough for me. When I am made weak, then you are strong.
May my smiles be genuine. May my joy be real. May I walk patiently, seeking your face constantly. May I boast in my weaknesses and brokenness because Jesus feeds out of scarcity. When I am weak, THEN you are strong.
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