Little Sunday blessings.
JE led worship at church yesterday, so I had Cub and Pup with me during the praise set — Cub leaning against me, Pup clutching my fingers with his little paw.
And as I sang, my heart welled up with so much gratitude I thought it would burst. Who am I that these two would find any kind of refuge in me? Who am I that God would love me and bless me so?
I don’t deserve His kindnesses. But this is His way, isn’t it? Giving to me according to His grace. Giving to me on the basis of who is He? rather than who am I?