tadpo's Journal

As I gazed up at the mountains, I was awed by their majesty;
I bowed my head and asked myself, "Why should He care for me?"
I am not beautiful like the mountains that tower so high above; "
What is there about me that God can find to love?"

Father, I am not strong like the wind that makes your tall trees sway;
I cannot sing sweetly like your tiny birds; will you love me anyway?
But most of all, I am simply me, and often have cause to fear;
In spite of all my weaknesses, do you promise to be near?

With eyes closed tight against burning tears, I wished He could hear me pray; - Then I felt His Spirit tell me, "Child look up, I have something to say. "You are simply you, the spirit I love, a part of my great plan; I put you here to learn of life and to return to Me again.
"You are more beautiful to Me than the loveliest mountain ever made.
And your strength far exceeds that of the wind's, so do not be afraid.

I love you not for what you are, but for what I know you will be;
I am always beside you watching you grow; you are very special to me."

A smile touched my lips; I knew it was true, Father had always been there Giving me comfort and blessings and love and my own special talents to share. So I will do my best to make Him proud. I am not afraid, for you see, He loves me not for what I am, but for what He knows I will be.