I ran. He found me.
I cried. He soothed me.
I cursed. He corrected me.
I wept. He wept.
I sinned. He forgave me.
I tried. He sang for me.
I hurt. He hurt for me.
I was still. He spoke.
I forgot. He reminded me.
I fell. He caught me.
I lost. He loved.
I escaped. He pursued.
I fought Him. I denied Him. I rejected Him.
He washed my feet anyway.
If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night— but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day.
Psalms 139:9-12 NLT
Jesus replied, “You don’t understand now what I am doing, but someday you will.” “No,” Peter protested, “you will never ever wash my feet!” Jesus replied, “Unless I wash you, you won’t belong to me.”
John 13:7-8 NLT
