Hanging on to His words

I sat sobbing silently in the house of my family's friends as we were praying fervently for our church, our people, and our country. We prayed a few different prayers throughout the night, but the first one that we were asked to pray was one that I hadn't ever really thought about praying before. "God, what do you think of me?" I was actually pretty scared to ask this question, because the couple that had come to talk about their 3-year stay in Israel, said that if you ask Him, He'll answer. Did I really want to know what God thought of me? My entire life, I've cared so much about who other people believed I was. And never once did I think to ask God.

Exquisite.

It wasn't in some magical way that I heard Him. I didn't hear Him audibly, He didn't show me a vision or anything. It was just a whisper. A word that just came into my head, and I was just stunned.... God thinks that I'm exquisite?

The flood gates opened, and tears were threatening to fall even as we left.

Over the past few months (and even blog posts), I've been talking about how difficult it is for me to sit down and listen to God. It isn't that I don't want to, it's just that I'm learning how to quiet my heart and tune in on what He has to say.

And just like that, I heard it. Exquisite.

I encourage you to sit down and ask God what He thinks about you. He's excited to tell you, just listen.

{I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. Psalm 139:14}