He gave all He had for me.
He gave all He was for me.
Even before I ever considered Him.
He bought me with blood.
I am His property, His slave, really, but He calls me brother.
It’s personal between Him and I.
So if you’ll excuse me, I think I am going to go do a little thankfulness dance right now. May it last for the rest of my days. And then for all eternity.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
#304 Fish tacos
#303 Jesus’ friendship to me