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# Mere Man
"You loved, you loved, a people undeserving"
--To Know Your Name
God, thank you for not just loving me out of pity, out of a caring heart for undeserving, sad, hopeless people. People who constantly turn their back at you. Me, who fails you. Thank you for NOT loving me because im pitiful, undeserving. But for loving me because You know who I am. You know me just like how Einstein knew photoelectricity. Newton and gravity. Kepler and planets. They knew how important, how revolutionary such discoveries are.
God, thank you for loving me because You see what no one else can. You see potential in me maths can't define. You want to discover me. You want me, to discover me, who I am in You. I'm a creation, with a purpose. Obviously, You, the creator, would know what that purpose is. And thank You for still holding on to this "fallen" good. Thank You for not withdrawing Your investment.
Though I don't see it now. Though I'm not brimming with confidence that You are really all You say You are, I want to believe. Help my unbelief. In a selfish way, help me. I know that You have plans for me. And I'm thankful. Though, God, it may not seem that way, but I am. I know there are others who've "paid back" much more folds than I have. Yet You still choose to waste, lavish, pour out Your love, grace, mercy, faithfulness, kindness, goodness, blessings, wisdom, knowledge, understanding, and so much more, on what I see as, well, a pretty poor investment.
But I pray that I won't stay that way. I pray that I may grow up. It's scary, it's tough, it's challenging. If I had the chance, I would love to pull a Peter Pan. But I know that is not where You've called me before even the foundations of Earth or even time itself. You chose me, because there is so much You want to do through me. You loved me, not because I'm undeserving, sad, abandoned or needy. But You loved me as one specially created, chosen, purposeful.
I know there is so much more You want to do through me. You see the masterpiece in me. And You would pay so much more, just to let that shine come through.
Thanks, and I want to make You famous someday, the Master Investor.
the story ends like this;
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