What did God mean when He spoke me?
What right have I to be here on this earth?
taking up space,
What right have I to demand that things be done my way?
according to my plan,
within my specifications,
according to my schedule.
I have no right to these. Not any claim on these.
Any more than you or you or you or you.
Nevertheless, I am here.
I’m meant for something.
Meant to be someone.
Maybe I’m just meant.
What if, when God spoke me into existence, the one who I am today is exactly what He meant, exactly what He had in mind, and exactly as He hoped?
Wouldn’t that be something?!