Father, You call me precious in Your sight, You say You created me for Your glory and pleasure. What tenderness and gentle care I find resonating in my heart when I hear these words of Yours (Is 43: 4, 7). How comforting, how humbling that You call me Yours (Is 43: 1).
I will delight myself in these words and allow them to continually satisfy my spirit, washing over me like anointing oil that restores and strengthens, that grows more firm my trust in You. For You love me. You adore me. You think of me constantly (PS 139: 17-18).
Father, thank You for the deepening revelation that You love my neighbor as You love me. By Your grace cause me to see every person I meet through Your kind and loving eyes. You also catch their tears in Your bottle (Ps 56: 8), their names are also engraved on the palm of Your hand (Is 49: 16). They are as precious to You as I am.
I bless Your name, Jesus. Amen.
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