He reached down from heaven and rescued me. He drew me out of deep waters. (Psalm 18:16)

 

I have to remember that, despite everything I am told by “society” (whatever that really means), and by my peers and by myself, my age, my intelligence, how awesome I am at stuff, what I like… it’s all somewhat irrelevant, because you don’t have to be smart to have wisdom. You don’t have to be educated to do God’s work. You don’t have to be old to know God. You don’t have to be skilled to have meaning. Because it’s all completely dependent on him, and that truth and my acceptance of that truth are, in the end, what defines me.

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