This morning God gave me a precious bouquet as I gazed outside my window. Believe me, this came not because of my efforts in any way but because of his marvelous love.
I am like the psalmist who asked, "O LORD, what is man that you care for him, the son of man that you think of him?" (Psalms 144:3)
We know we are a fleeting breath and a quick breath, as the psalmist described.
Yet here it is: we are blessed. Not because we are worthy but because He is.
He is my loving God and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield, in whom I take refuge,