Last summer my theme was "God believes in me more than I believe in myself" because it seemed that He thought I could handle more than I thought I could. It was a growing summer not without its hardships. At church on Sunday I was pondering what God thinks of me and I asked him "Why can't I see myself the way you do? Am I really as strong as you think I am? Am I as bold as you think I am? Am I as special as you think I am?" The last one is the kicker. God treats me like a precious jewel and I wonder if I'm worth it. A little while later we sang "Oh The Wonderful Cross" and I heard a small voice inside me. "That's how special you are, Jemima. I gave you my son to die on the cross. I thought of you when I sent him and watched him die. You are that special and you are worth it all."
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