Who am I?
Lord, You created seven continents. Hundreds of countries have formed, come into power, out of power, and faded away. Millions of cities, towns and bergs exist that I will never know the name of. Billions of people of every color and creed are living in the world today. People with real problems.
And then thereís me. Who am I that You should care about anything that happens to me? That You should hear the little non-significant prayers and seemingly senseless conversations from someone like me?
Iíve never made any mark on the world. Iíve not turned hundreds to Your name throughout the course of my Christian journey. Iíve not written those timeless anthems to Your name that I have so often promised You that I would put to pen. Iíve never really stood out from the crowd; made a statement in Your name in the face of public ridicule; never been persecuted for my belief in You. Thereís probably not very many people in this world who know my name or know that I even exist!
So, why take the time to listen to the trials and so-called tribulations of my life, Lord? Why care so much about what happened to me today? That I am having a problem with this, canít figure out which way to go on that, or that I have this huge zit on my face this morning that Iím sure will horrify everyone that I come in contact with today?
But You do. You are the only one who cares anything about any of those things about me. You are the only one who will listen when I mull over all these things. You are the only one who knows everything Iíve ever done, all the mistakes Iíve ever made, all the crazy choices Iíve made through the years, and will still admit to knowing me.
You alone care enough to know where each scar is located and how and when it appeared. Every mole and birthmark and freckle are numbered. Every hair on my head is numbered by You. And You are the only one who knows exactly what color You created those hairs to be!
I donít know why, Lord. But Iím glad You do. Because I donít know what I would ever do if You werenít in my life. I know I wouldnít be here. And I wouldnít be on my way anywhere. And I would be alone on this terrible, terrific, scary, wonderful journey that I am on.
Thank You, Lord for seeing the world small enough to care about all these things, and caring so very much about me.
I Love You, Lord.