How tiny I am. How futile my worries.
God is exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him? Who has prescribed his ways for him, or said to him, ‘you have done wrong’? Remember to extol his work, which men have praised in song. All mankind has seen it; men gaze on it from afar. How great is God-beyond our understanding! The number of his years is past finding out! He draws up the drops of water, which distill as rain...
I am thankful to be God's special possession.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17 5 Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. 6 Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. 7 My salvation and my honor depend on God[a]; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. 8 Trust in him...
Sitting in silence with a friend. Just sitting. Together.