arms were created for hugs

 Today was a good day. And what made it so was the last few minutes of my last class. 

I was packing up my things and putting my coat on. I had made decent headway on the prompt I chose and felt good about its direction. I asked a nearby friend how her prompt was going as I wrapped my scarf around my neck. 

She told me and I nodded in encouragement. The bell went and she asked if I had to rush off anywhere. I told her I didn't- just had to get to my brother in the parking lot. Then she asked if I could give her a hug. I immediately told her I could and I did right there.

Guys, it felt so good to hug another human. She was the one who asked for the hug, but I needed it too. I didn't want to ask her why, I was just grateful that I could provide her what she needed.  

That's what I'm thankful for today.   

 IT'S A LOVE LETTER

God Knows Me

 Something that's been running through my head recently- God knows me. The all-being creator of the universe knows who I am. He knows every single thing about me. He knows what I've done and he knows what I'll do. He knows me better than I do. He knit me in my mother's womb, he formed me. 

Why does this thought comfort yet terrify me all at once? 

The vastness of God- the unexplainable quanity of GOD- is interested in me? And wants to be my Father? How can that even happen? How does GOD (again, immeasurable, vast, mighty God) come to that conclusion? Of Fathering me? A flawed, angry, creative human being on this earth? 

I AM A HUMAN. HE IS GOD.   

We are nothing alike. Have nothing in common.

Except Jesus Christ. 

God, help me with this. Help me with me. 

I know why God wants a relationship with me. (Because of his love and his Son.)

But- How does this even happen? That's the question: how?

How does a God- THE LIVING GOD- care so much? I can't get around His capacity of love and to love. 

It's overwhelming. 

I'm only four songs in and I am in love with this album ❤

Why My Bible Looks The Way It Does...

 The Bible intimidated me for a while. I knew it was important, but numbers were involved and the pages were thin and the font was small. Nevertheless, I began reading. I knew the stories, but I read them again. I read as much as I could and as much as I wanted to. I started writing things down and keeping notes. I kept reading. I read the Old Testament and fell in love with God and His Promises. I fell in love with Jesus in the New Testament. My Bible looks the way it does because I fell in love with my God.