When I forget who I am, and lose a hold of how wonderfully made and fearfully designed I am, and when I forget that You have knit together my inmost being from Your own imagination, and formed my body from the dust of the ground, and when I start skimming through too many fashion magazines or comparing myself to others or getting blue over circumstances that are purely temporary, I will run to the woods and sit on the roots of the tree where I know I can always find You, and I will drink in Your Word, the Living Water.
"You hem me in -- behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me." - Psalm 139:5
You know me, because You made me.
I will rest here.
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Go with grace.