Thank you for selecting me. ME of all people. Thank you that I am one of your children. The words “thank you” do not do it justice because I should be groveling on my face every day in honor and service to you. My submission and thanks are not balanced in the scales of what I deserve compared to what I am actually getting. The scale is so out of balance that it is ludicrous. Yet here I sit, forgiven. Here I sit, one of your chosen children. Unbelievable. Unthinkable. Unjust in some eyes, yet fully just and perfectly just in yours. Your plan is perfect and I am in awe that I am a part of your plan. YOUR plan! Wow. Thank you!
The Scale is So Out of Balance