Good morning (well, by the time you get this it most likely will be morning, but as for me, it’s night right now).
So apparently I just can't sleep...fair enough.
I'm lying in bed tonight, right? And I start thinking about how many amazing people God has placed in my life and how incredibly blessed I am. I get this sudden jolt of excitement about God. I become in awe of how wonderful He is, how truly great He is. But then I realize I’m not really worthy of what He gives me. So I ask, "God why do you love us so much?" and in the quiet of my heart I hear, "For moments like these, Kaylee." I started thinking more about this, and are you ready? I mean really ready, because here's the word picture.
One of my good friends has a baby girl. She's four months old. In the past few months I’ve had the great privilege of watching her develop. About a month ago or so her legs weren’t strong enough to hold herself up (you know, sort of like jello). The other night I was holding her and she did great holding herself up, her legs so impressively strong. It was like seeing a whole new little girl. Little does she know how far she’s come. In time, I know her legs are only going to get stronger and stronger. I am incredibly proud of her growth – I can only imagine how her mother feels.
It makes me think of us. We're like babies. We start out not quite understanding Christ, and a lot of our "muscles" aren't so strong. When we accept Him, it's like we just signed up for a membership at the local fitness center. God works us out every day. Some days more than others. And although we start out like jello, He shapes us into something more like gold, as He makes us stronger and stronger. Little do we really know how much we're growing and the strides we're making, yet it's His joy and honor to watch us throughout the process.
Cheering you all on as you realize that you are growing and that He is very proud of you.
May each step of the way shape you more like Him.
Kaylee
May 9, 2008
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