verse 13: “But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’”
This morning I am still so moved by yesterday’s service and the experience of this Holy Week. Just like the tax collector, I know God is there for me, and I am on the receiving end of overflowing grace and mercy. Do I deserve it? As one of God’s children, I do not need to figure that out. God has told me I am precious to him.
The tiny feather in the photo was on our front window. It was so small, I thought it was a baby mosquito pressed onto the glass. But it was a feather! And as I enlarged the photo to look at it, it became more and more intricate. This is how my relationship and experience with God has grown- closer, clearer, more complicated yet simple and beautiful. I am so thankful to God this morning for His love, his protection and his patience. Lord, I am yours. Amen