I received a blessing, a gift, on Saturday.
And it was so undeserved.
Inwardly, I was moaning and groaning, my attitude rotten, my thoughts ugly.
Yet in spite of that, God gave me something that day. Not a physical, hold-in-my-hands gift, but a blessing that could only have come from Him.
Maybe I could have understood if I’d been sweet and lovable and, well, more spiritual.
But He saw what I truly was – what I am in my selfishness more often than I should be – and He gave anyway.
Isn’t that just like our amazing God?!