{"id":48,"date":"2006-09-03T16:40:00","date_gmt":"2006-09-04T02:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/2006\/09\/03\/matthew-1029-31\/"},"modified":"2006-09-03T16:40:00","modified_gmt":"2006-09-04T02:40:00","slug":"matthew-1029-31","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.quilldancer.com\/meditations\/2006\/09\/03\/matthew-1029-31\/","title":{"rendered":"Matthew 10:29-31"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/7451\/3172\/1600\/mirror%20mountain.1.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/7451\/3172\/320\/mirror%20mountain.1.jpg\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>Glorious Heavenly Father,<\/p>\n<p>Blessed be thy name, Lord.  This world is an exquisite work of art created by you, the Master Craftsman.  I behold it&#8217;s glories and know that I am unworthy of such splendor.  I stand humble and small beneath your bright blue sky, or in the shadow of just one of your mountains.<\/p>\n<div style=\"color:#660099;float:right;width:150px;height:230px;background:transparent;filter:alpha(opacity=25);opacity:.25;width:150px;height:230px;margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:10px;margin-left:10px;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica,Georgia;font-size: 15px;line-height:16px;text-align:right;padding-bottom:17px;\">Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? <span style=\"filter:alpha(opacity=75);opacity:.75;\">Yet not one of them will fall to the ground<\/span> apart from the will of your Father. <b>And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.<\/b>So don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be afraid;<span style=\"filter:alpha(opacity=90); opacity:.90;\">you are worth more than many sparrows.<\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align:justify;\">In the vastness of this universe I am but one tiny speck, yet I am of great concern to you.  I am just a speck, yet you listen when I speak.  You answer my prayers.  You deliver me from my fears.  I am just a speck, yet every hair on my head is numbered.<\/p>\n<p>You sent your son to suffer and die for my sins before I was even born. As he hung upon the cross, my name was on his lips.  That is love beyond reckoning; the only unconditional love the world truly knows, for it out lasts death.<\/p>\n<p>Holy Father, you are so grand my human mind cannot fully comprehend your majesty, but standing upon one of your mountains and looking down into one of your valleys I know, that in all of this glory you created, your plan for me is to be a masterpiece reflecting your boundless love.  That, Lord, humbles me most of all. <\/p>\n<p>Father, I ask for your continued patience and guidance as I strive to be the person you would have me be.  Cleanse my heart and soul.  Lift me up when I stumble.  Because Jesus died for me, help me to live for him.<\/p>\n<p>These things I ask in Jesus name, and for the sake of his coming kingdom.  Amen.<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<div style=\"clear:both;\"><\/div>\n<p style=\"font-size:10px;\">partial excerpt from my prayer journal: 03\/10\/01<br \/>photograph originally posted on <a href=\"http:\/\/robharrington.blogspot.com\">Controlled Chaos<\/a><br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/robharrington.blogspot.com\/2006\/07\/inverted-sky.html\">July 2nd, 2006<\/a><br \/>Photographer: Rob Harrington<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Glorious Heavenly Father, Blessed be thy name, Lord. This world is an exquisite work of art created by you, the Master Craftsman. I behold it&#8217;s glories and know that I am unworthy of such splendor. I stand humble and small beneath your bright blue sky, or in the shadow of just one of your mountains. 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