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He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands

Every time I go through my trove of family photos I reminisce about the season we were in at the time they were photographed. We had been studying a lot of Eastern Hemisphere cultures in our history curriculum for school and had been reading about Mother Teresa of Calcutta. My daughter was so touched by the story that she began to make a clay figurine of a possible orphaned little girl as might have been taken in by Mother Teresa herself.  Around that same time, I remember her taking the globe in her hands, studying it and praying over the different lands.  In that same season, the family went for a walk in the woods where we always find various vegetation and berries and odd looking rocks.  Ian, our son who was eleven at the time gathered three different colored berries in his hand gently placing them in position as he proudly announced “DNA”.  I looked down and they appeared to be like the DNA diagrams we had studied in our science videos. In these old photos. I noticed a common thread that speaks to me; Truly, he knows our very frame.  There is nothing that is hidden from him.  He sees. He knows. He cares. He loves. Even those that are overlooked He finds. He seeks and saves. He died for the whole world but he came for the one.

“For he knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.”  Psalm 103:14 

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