You're my satellite, you're with me tonight.
I'm sitting here, in the living room, and I'm sitting cross legged in a way that only girls should be allowed to sit... unless you're gay... and then you can sit this way.
Anyway, the light from the window is streaming in and I'm looking at my heel. There's a freckle on it. When I flex, I can see the muscles in my foot tense. In just the right light, my skin looks incredible. I can see every little wrinkle, every little crease, a million lines intersecting. It occurs to me that this may be the most encapsulating thing I've ever seen.
And yet, as this realization hits me, another one evolves: All of these lines are a new discovery to me, but to God, they are well-known territory. He has drawn them, counted them and cared for them. Tiny, miniscule things... like the lines on my ankle, the freckles on my shoulders, my eyelashes... these things are apart of me, and yet they go unnoticed and unexamined. But my Father, my God... these things are His pride and joy. His artwork.
These things He spent time on...
-me
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.
Anyway, the light from the window is streaming in and I'm looking at my heel. There's a freckle on it. When I flex, I can see the muscles in my foot tense. In just the right light, my skin looks incredible. I can see every little wrinkle, every little crease, a million lines intersecting. It occurs to me that this may be the most encapsulating thing I've ever seen.
And yet, as this realization hits me, another one evolves: All of these lines are a new discovery to me, but to God, they are well-known territory. He has drawn them, counted them and cared for them. Tiny, miniscule things... like the lines on my ankle, the freckles on my shoulders, my eyelashes... these things are apart of me, and yet they go unnoticed and unexamined. But my Father, my God... these things are His pride and joy. His artwork.
These things He spent time on...
-me
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.