Rain hitting the leaves outside my window.
The garage door opening, welcoming someone I love home.
Soft, warm covers around me.
Pictures of friends, family that bring back so many memories.
A God who loves me, who sees me.
She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me, ”for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.”
How powerful are those words? The One who sees me. The One who knows my every action, every thought, every fiber of my being. He is my God, my Savior, and my Refuge. The joy, the pain, the journey, He sees. He not only sees, but reveals.
Beauty of His creation.
Blessings of a Home.
Family and Friends who Love me.
A Savior who Died for me.
He truly is the One who sees, but also is the One who beckons me to see, to see Him.