Who cares if I eat cookies for dinner, wear the same socks for days in a row, land in bed at 6:30.
Who cares if I pile my plate, ignore the dirty windshield, spread out under the covers.
Who cares if I watch the recording at midnight, leave the back door unlocked, sing pretty loud off key.
Who cares if I splurge on the souvenir, arrive 20 minutes late, leave the walls and shelves bare.
Rats. Nobody. Absolutely nobody.
But
God cares that I feel Him with me, grow in His spirit, nourish in His word. He cares that I’m provided for, defended against, met in the midst. He cares that I see Him, hear Him, recognize Him.
He cares that I know He cares.
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