Day 26 Intimate Belonging

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Being known. Being found. Pursued. Loved. This is what I find in Christ. He knows me inside and out. He see who I truly am. He loved me while I was still His enemy. I am the apple of His eye. I ravish His heart. I have unsurpassable worth. I find myself in Him. He makes me whole. This is intimate belonging.

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