What God Has To Say

Sometimes, God will speak to me. Sometimes it's just a nudge or reminder of a verse, others it's a shocking revelation. It doesn't happen super often, but when it does, it's an amazing feeling to know He cares enough to speak to ME. Who am I that God would speak to me? I'm so small, yet He still cares for me.

He's told me things such as to stay calm when I was irritated, to try again when I've almost given up, and that I am His and He loves me more than anything, that He gave His life to be everything I ever needed. That He sweat blood in dread yet gave himself over to the Romans to carry a cross on His torn and bloody back up a hill where He would die on it. For ME. For all the wrong, terrible things I've done and will do tomorrow, the Creator of the universe itself came down to the broken world we call home and died. While I sometimes fail to remember all that He has done for me and how much grace He has poured onto me, everytime I remember I am hit and remember how much I need Him. How much I am worth to Him.

It's a wonderful feeling to be spoken to.
It's a wonderful feeling to be told that you're loved.