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I wish I could do something beautifully and powerful for Him, about Him, and with Him. Am I just the silent one? Will I sit in the corner with my bible and watch other Christians sing out His word? Am I just to live the truth or am I supposed to scream it?

Some people have such powerful words and songs for Him that I feel like I’m left in the dirt.

Yet He sees me. I know He does.

Among the thousands of His children, He suddenly points to me and says, “Come.” He is calling me! What can I say to Him? What could I give Him?

I cry out in horror. I have no words no artwork nothing to show Him how much I love Him!

He is smiling.

I step up to His throne with nothing but myself to give to Him.

He is so beautiful! Yet even the word beautiful is vile in His presence. I must do something! I want to show Him how much I love Him. I could try to sing yet my voice is shameful. I could try to dance yet I am clumsy and likely to fall. I could try to say something powerful and sweet. But where is my voice!?

Music... I hear sweet music. He is laughing!

I hang my head and fall to my knees. I am so shameful!

Suddenly I feel power, love, peace, warmth, all wrapping around me. My breath is taken away, yet I do not need to breathe, for He gives me something else to fill my body. I can’t describe it!

Looking up I see His arms are around me. Tears start to run shamefully down my face. But suddenly I feel water hit my face. Oh! He is crying too!

I am confused.

“I love you.” He says in a gentle whisper; yet it makes my ears ring and my heart thump out of my chest. He loves me! Oh how I love Him too! I wish I had something to show Him just how much I do!

I cry harder and catch my tears in the palms of my hands so I do not stain His glorious robes that flow around Him. His face is so bright when I look up at Him again that I almost can’t look; yet I cannot look away. Tears still fill my palms.

Oh!

All of the sudden in my hands, instead of the tears I wept, there are jewels; priceless jewels! “Your tears are precious to me, child,” He says sweetly.

I can’t stop crying. That is all I can do as He holds me forever in those loving, strong arms, and tells me how much He loves me.

Some people can sing like angels and lift His name up High. Some people can write powerful words of love to Him. And others can paint, dance, or speak with beauty that worships Him.

But I can’t do any of those things. All I can do is get on my knees before Him and cry, because I know my tears are precious to Him. And each one sings unto Him, “I love you, Father. Thank you for saving and loving me.”