20 June 2016

My family knows me, few people I call friends probably knows me same, I know myself, far more than all these, God knows me. He knows my name, the number of hairs I have, He knew me when I was still there in the dark corners of my mother's womb. He knows when I rise and when I sleep. He knows my thoughts, all I feel, just about everything I am. He loves me. There is no comfort greater than knowing this truth.