Life is much more simple now, but no less rich.
As I look Eve sleeping, I think of how powerless she is to feed and live and keep clean without her parents. Love keeps her alive.
And then I see that I am the same in God's eyes: powerless, yet made in His lovely image. Love keeps me alive.
That is grace.
Psalm 103:13-14
As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;
for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
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That is profound, Emily. Thank you for sharing that.
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