Precious in His sight

Today has been a grey day. In many ways. The weather's been rainy and dark, I'm not sure if we've had daylight today at all. My thoughts and mind have been clouded grey too. Not that I have anything to be sorry for, or since I have EVERYTHING to be thankful for, there should just not be any room left for beeing ungrateful. So I'm not. Just a little down.

I've been very tired lately (four weeks or so), I don't have the strength to do what I want, or should or what I do. Today I've seen a doctor, left my blood (not all of it, of course =) for a closer cheque. I didn't feel better off, though it was not my thought to sit here telling you all of my problems. I wanted to tell what makes them less important, what brightens my day so much that I can feel the sunshine on my skin. You see, one thing comfort headaches, sore throats, exhaustedness and a depressed mind:

The comfort to know that I am loved.

These days expressed through a song by Scott Krippayne: "I'm Not Cool"

Some people tell me that I look kind of funny

my nose is red and the braces don't work at all

they say the clothes I wear are all out of fashion

I don't fit in and should be shopping at a different mall

I studied classical piano when I could've been playing guitar

I used to drive an el camino and I'm not even sure it's a car

Chorus:

I'm no cool

but that's okay

my God loves me anyway

I'm not cool

but that's alright

I'm still precious in His sight

I'm not cool

but I don't care

how I'm supposed to do my hair

I'm not cool

but that's okay

my God loves me anyway

It doesn't matter if I know all the lingo

He doesn't mind if I'm not hanging with a certain crowd

some people still believe in building an image

but I am finding that's a worry I can do without

I used to wish I was athletic

but football was never my game

I made some friends in mathematics

but no one can spell my last name

He says that I am a one of a kind

and I don't have to try to be somebody else

He believes in me

and says I'm free to be myself

I can be myself

I'M PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT

Precious, not "okay", "can do",





I'm PRECIOUS


In His sight.













I'm precious, so are you. We're perfect in His sight. I don't know about you, but to me His sight is the one that counts.
God bless you all, carry you through struggles, comfort you through fear, sing with you through joyful times. Let Him LOVE you, the way it was supposed to be from the beginning of.


Like a father.





åslaug

PS!
Cheque out the song "Carry me" by same artist too.

Min Bønn

Herre, jeg vet du er alt.
Du er min skaper,
Min Gud.
Ditt blod lot du renne for meg.
Du forlot Himlenes herlighet,
For å kunne elske meg.
For at jeg skulle kunne kjenne deg.
Jeg vil kjenne deg.
Løft hjertet mitt opp til deg,
La det møte ditt.
Herre, la meg høre dine hjerteslag

Å papa, hør mine.