I can make a habit of knowing Him, to the extent that others will recognize my home as “the place of him that knows God.” In the midst of trouble, I can hold my course, showing Him I want to know Him by keeping clean hands, no matter how hopeless, fruitless, or irksome it seems. Who is it I know? Him who lives, who will stand visibly on this earth, and who is on my side. He is not a stranger, but the One who knows me.
Thank you for a truly thought provoking post. This is something I believe all girls struggle with! We long to have a perfect body, to be pretty. How often have I thought I would be so happy and popular if only I was beautiful!
Yet like you pointed out so well, we all are beautiful to the One who created us. How can we wish for something else when He has fashioned us exactly as He wants us?
Thank you for a wonderful reminder. God bless you.
That is wonderful! Not only does He know me–but He loves me even though He knows my vile nature. Blessed be His name!