One of the greatest blessings of my life
is not that I know a lot about God,
but that I know God knows me.
In seasons when sorrow pressed hard,
when answers were few
and burdens were many,
He did not stay distant.
He spoke peace into the noise.
Sometimes through a whisper to the heart.
Sometimes through simple moments of grace.
Even a frightened old dog
climbing into my lap during a storm
reminds me of a deeper truth:
We run to the one who knows us.
We cling to the one we trust.
We rest in the one who can truly protect us.
So often we ask God for explanations,
while God desires to give us Himself.
Job stopped demanding answers
and found wonder.
The disciples stopped celebrating power
and learned to celebrate belonging.
The greatest blessing is not understanding every mystery,
not accomplishing great things for God,
not even knowing all about Him.
The greatest blessing is this:
My name is written in heaven.
I belong to Christ.
I am fully known, fully loved,
and never alone.
Prayer
Lord,
When I seek answers,
teach me to seek You.
When storms arise,
draw me close to Your heart.
Remind me that my greatest blessing
is not what I do for You,
but that I belong to You.
Amen.