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Before God spoke the universe into existence He knew my name.

Before He created the atmosphere, He held me in His

heart.

Before He created the oceans, the land, the plants and

creeping things,

He chose the color of my hair.

Before He created the animals and before He created the first man,

He loved me.

God placed within Adam's body all of the DNA

of every human being who would ever walk the earth,

and within him he placed the color of my eyes.

Before He knit me together within my mother's womb,

he cherished the sound of my laugh.

Before I shed my first tear he felt my pain.

Before my sin, my sorrow, and my stubborn

disobedience,

he chose to carry them to the Cross.

He hung there His blood pouring out…for me.

Why he chose to do this I cannot comprehend.

God wanted me to be his own child.

How can that be?

With all of my flaws and character defects, He wanted me to believe in Him,

and He gave me the grace to believe in myself.

God loves me with a fire that can never be quenched.

I am special to Him,

even if I am not special to anyone else, including myself.

I have tried to perfect myself, and I have failed.

I have tried to believe the world's message, but I have

found no answers.

I have followed the paths forged by others

only to find disaster at every bend in the road.

Only God has given me the answers that I have sought.

Peace. Love. Fulfillment.

The change in my life is not a complicated one.

It's not about how good I am or how I pray or how often I go to church.

It's not about money or fame or popularity.

I cannot speak for others. They must decide for

themselves.

I only know that the world has given me no happiness.

After searching my entire life,

I have only been able to find the answers to my questions on my knees at the foot of the Cross.

© Jaye Lewis, 2003