Wifey has always picked on me that I don't have any photos of myself. I really hate photos of myself. I think that is how I developed my photography hobby. I just volunteered to take the photos all the time and it just developed into a passion.
Anyway, back to taking a photo of myself. I always see the kids on Facebook posting pics of themselves that they have obviously taken of themselves. I decided I would try it. I tried it with my Blackberry. I tried it with my camera. It was HYSTERICAL! I have shots of my hair. nose. chin. Even a lovely shot of my "girls" that I am sure my hubs would appreciate. I finally went in the bathroom and took this one in the mirror, but of course, that one has all this great glare.
Looking at that picture made me think, "God, I am so glad you love me no matter what I look like." It astounds me that you would send your Son to die for ME. Me? Really? I screw up. Big time. All the time. Usually at least once a day. There are moments when I wonder what in the world my hubs ever saw in me to begin with.
I am so glad that God gave us the verse to remind us:
"For God so loved [Deanna]
that He gave His only begotten Son that
whosoever believes in Him will not perish,
but have eternal life." John 3:16
P.S. One more reason I know God loves me? He blessed our family with beautiful, perfect, brand new nieces yesterday. Check out my previous post!!! *BIG smile!*