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I am dirt, not even worthy to be called your daughter, and yet you do.

I am Your daughter.

A maid dressed in filthy rags comes to serve her master, and he gives her lovely clothes to wear and an ear to listen to her woes. This continues and soon those woes become stories of joy and laughter and praise. A joy to her Father. Like Elisha - a son.

I know this post is pretty scattered, but this is something I wrote in my journal last week:

Oh I am in awe of You and the wondrous things you have done.
Psalm 8 "When I consider your heavens
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place
What is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man, that you care for him?..."

And I think "...why?"
and after pondering that for sometime I am reminded of the institution of marriage (by the way, why is it called an instutition? seems so cold...)and how two people fall in love and how they are so in love that they bring forth children to share their love and I remember that God is a relational God (one in three) and I still don't fully get it but I see a parallel between the trinity and marriage, and am grateful and so astounded and humbled and Father, I just want to know you more.