You may think I am delusional, to believe God cares about every detail
But if he knows the number of hairs on my head, then I know that he’s my author and creator
If he writes my name on the palm of his hand, then I know that I am visible to him
If he knitted me together in my mother’s womb, then not one strand of my DNA is a mystery to him
If he’s held my life in his heart, before it even started, then I am assured it matters to him
If he sent his son to die on a cross so that I could be near to him, then I know my presence delights him
If he raised Jesus up from the grave, I am confident that I will be raised with him
If he sent his Holy Spirit in his son’s place, then I am promised his everlasting presence
So you may think I’m delusional, but my heart has been altered by too many sweet encounters
Despite the pain of this life, I am born of hope, washed in the mindset of eternity to see just a spec of how utterly vast and incomprehensible his love is for me
Not just for me and not just for those who call him father, even though we have the mind blowing privilege to walk with our Papa
For every human soul, of every religion and creed is loved with an almighty love and so I cannot stay silent
Whether you know it or not
You were born to know the creator of star dust, of science, of seasons, of harvests, of music, of beauty, of secrets and stillness
You were born to receive the love of our father expressed in the life of a servant we call saviour, Jesus Christ
You were born with a singular purpose, to love and be loved by God, who wills all goodness to pour into you through his relationship
You are his favourite creation, you and billions of others…
If you don’t believe me, stop and ask him
You never know, you might come face to face with Jesus
You might just hear a whisper and an unexpected nudge to look heavenward
