He knows me


He knows me. Intimately.  In the correct sense of the word.


He knows the number of hairs on my head.

He knows the hairs left on my comb.

That’s how closely He watches over me.

He knows my scent. He distinguishes me from the rest.

Oh how He loves me!

He called me. He knew precisely what to dial. I answered Him.

He told me I was royal, He said He chose me, He called me peculiar.

I cried.

For a while now, I’ve been looking for Perfect Love. Only in Him have I found it.

He embodies it. He is it.

I feel so secure and accepted in my strangeness.

His love has casted out all my fears.

He is all that matters.

He knows me because He made me.

Fearfully and wonderfully.

He carefully knitted my DNA helix. He painstakingly arranged my chromosomes.

He used Himself as a prototype.

Then He planted me in my mother’s womb.

I am not alone. He is here with me. He walks with me.

He will never leave me nor forsake me.

He cares deeply for me. He knows everything about me.

That dream, that desire, that feeling, that habit, that secret, that thought, that person, that list and that plan…

He knows.

SCARS of Love; beauty in imperfection

“My scars tell a story:

we all have scars,

scars on our bodies,

scars on our souls.

Scars never completely go away,

but the good thing is that they don’t hurt anymore.

They show what you have been through something

and overcame it.

The scars of life don’t define your character,

they define your life’s journey.

A scar shows battles won!

Scars mean the hurt is over, the wound is closed, healed and done with.

Jesus has scars too.

He shows us the nail pierced hands, the thorn marks on His head,

the place where the spear plunged into His side.

He then says, “Scars of love, the price I paid for you.”

Every winner has a scar. I am a winner, You are a winner.

Let’s not live our lives based on our scars, but rather understand that we are now stars.”