I just wanted to take a moment and acknowledge that Jesus is bigger and better.
Bigger and better than what you ask? My stuff. All my stuff:
being a children's nurse
finding truffle boxes
having the newest and latest
a new phone
wanting to own a Mac
saving my childhood memories
worrying about looking cute
hating (although I try not to do this....)
worrying in general (ditto)
babies in general
bags, purses and totes
socks and hats
I'm sure we all could go on forever....but there is it. My stuff. Part of my stuff at least. And He's bigger. Bigger than the Grand Canyon if you would like some specifics. Much bigger in fact, but that is pretty much all my teeny little sensibilities could handle.
He is bigger than everything including me and yet His love for me was worth sacrificing His very Self....His Son. If that doesn't leave you in awe, I don't know what will.
"Grateful" is SO not a large enough word to express the emotion of exactly what I owe for that love. OR what I don't owe for that love. Grace is a beautiful thing and....now I am just rambling. Off to bed with me. I suppose it's early enough.