Friday, January 13, 2017

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To know the Creator of the universe named me. He knows me. There aren't words in the human language to describe the exact awe of that. How incredible to acknowledge this, but to not receive it in vain. To be humbled by it. But to also draw courage from it. 

The Lord called me from the womb, from the body of my mother he named my name. He made my mouth like a sharp sword; in the shadow of his handhe hid me; he made me a polished arrow; in his quiver he hid me away. Isaiah 49:1-2

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