His

Last Wednesday night I watched the Face to Face with Studio C.  It was a broadcast geared toward youth but I loved it for me too.  I laughed and cried.  (That pretty much sums up my life in one sentence.)

There's one part in particular that I keep thinking about.  One of the cast members, Whitney, has a five month old son.  She said that after he was born, someone pointed out to her how much she loved him even though he didn't do anything to deserve it.  He just was hers.  So she loved him.

Then it was pointed out to her that that is the same way Heavenly Father feels about us.  We are His.  So He loves us.  We don't do anything to deserve that love.  It's because we belong to Him.

It staggers my mind (and was part of the reason why I cried).

Last week in his email, Braeden sent this scripture that I also can't stop thinking about:

My name is Jehovah, and I know the end from the beginning; therefore my hand shall be over thee.

Abraham 2:8

God knows everything.

He is all powerful.

And He loves us.

So when it feels like things aren't going my way, remembering those three things soothes my soul a little.  It encourages me to be patient.  I'm sputtering along in this anxious and flawed state, but I'm His.

So He loves me.

And I'll be OK.