My dad is in town visiting this week. And really, his timing was certainly ordained by God. For real. Anyhoo, we were sitting outside on my patio a couple of nights ago watching my two oldest play, while dad held Jett. (A job he didn’t mind being tasked with at all.) John Henry and Anna began to sing, “I Am A Friend of God.”
They sang these lyrics:
Who am I that you are mindful of me
That you hear me, when I call
Is it true that you are thinking of me
How you love me, it’s amazing
I turned to my father, and I said, “Isn’t it truly amazing that He really is mindful of us? Isn’t that the most beautiful scripture?”
That the Creator of the universe thinks about me.
He thinks about you.
How can we not fall in love with Him even more every time the sun rises?
3 When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
the moon and the stars you set in place—
4 what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them?
5 Yet you made them only a little lower than God
and crowned them with glory and honor. Psalm 8:3-5