(Written September 2, 2012, in my journal)
The grass is so green.
The clouds are so cottony-fluff against their pale late-summer clear blueness.
The breeze is so gentle.
The creation is indeed good. Your creation. Good. Because You are. Good.
The song on now: "I am a friend of God. He calls me friend."
That is so amazing. Hard to comprehend.
"What a friend we have in Jesus" ... that's hard enough for my little human heart and mind to really "get" in any real depth of meaningfulness and acceptance...
But me a friend of God?
"Amazing love, how can it be, That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?"
Or call me friend!