Thinking of you

We made our usual stop at the last rest stop on I-90 in Massachusetts before getting onto I-84 to head home. As we were going back to our car we encountered two guys that had real character. One wore a torn tee shirt where only the collar stitch on his left side held the shirt onto his body. He wore thick red suspenders and walked with long strides. The other fellow was tall without an inch of body fat and had invested quite a few months and possibly years into growing his beard out. They had a dog that ate from a bowl in the front seat and the back of their station wagon was filled to the roof with a guitar easily accessible from the back window.

I loved these guys and prayed a silent prayer of blessing over them. It struck me this morning that God also loves them and knows them completely. He thinks about them all of the time while I’ll probably move onto another subject today. Jesus would have invited them to his party.

You may feel like one destined for the island of misfits. I certainly know that feeling. But, God’s thoughts are precious towards us. They can’t be numbered.

Psalm 139:17-18

How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!

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