I am 5 feet and some days feel smaller than
that. My hands are so tiny they can barely reach 5 noted chords on
the piano, much less play them. When I had open heart surgery the
surgeons had to use a 10 year old's valve to replace mine. I am small.
Wide but small. God doesn't love me because of it, anymore than He
loves my sweet friend at church for being 5 ft 9 because of her
height. He loves me because He loves me and that alone has taught me
to extend my love all around, not just to those who are kind or sweet
or gentle but also those who are caustic, complaining and
cantankerous. He loves us all. Every moment of every day. He sent His
son to prove He loved me so that I could finally be with Him sitting
on His lap, running and playing some day. He protects me always
because He loves me, and so proves His love for me over and over and
over and will not listen to those who would want my head on a
platter. ( Deuteronomy 23:5) When I follow Him, and when I see the
many blessings He has bestowed on all His children, He is pleased and
shines forth on me, in me and through me. (Deuteronomy 33:3) Just
like Solomon in 1 Kings 3:3 following David's example of obedience
and love for the Lord and offering sacrifices to God. He is worthy of
praising and glorifying and He calls us princes and princesses because
we have chosen to follow Him through His paths of righteousness. (1
Kings 10:9)
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