“When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars which you have set in place, what is man that thou art mindful of him, the son of man that thou care for him?” Psalm 8: 3-4.
Who am I that anyone would care about me–about all my hurts and needs? If I were to show up on the White House steps and ask to see the most powerful person in the United States so that I could pour out my heart to him and tell him all of my fears, would I even get in? Probably not. But I can go directly to the Almighty God, the Maker of heaven and earth and He will not turn me away. He desires that I come to Him and that I come often to His throne of grace and mercy. He will take me in His loving arms and wipe away my tears and comfort my broken heart. He will carry me when I don’t have the strength to take even one more step. He is my Father and I am His child and He will be with me forever. Amen.