Today I stood at my kitchen sink with a pile of dirty dishes. Lord, I prayed, please give me a word today for our news bulletin. I looked down at the cup I held in my hand.   
The print was of a daisy.
He loves me, he loves me not, my mind reflected back to my childhood, when I used to pick daises and make chains. To hold one daisy and pick a petal one by one hoping the last would announce that he loved me.
Thank God, He doesn’t hold us like that. He loves us unconditionally.

“We love Him because He first loved us”
1 John 4 v19

Return