The One Who Knows Me Best
People with a green thumb—hands skilled at growing plants—can quickly tell what a plant needs simply by touching its leaves or the soil. They move it from place to place according to the sunlight, spray water to increase the humidity, and carefully check whether water is draining well from the pot. Through their natural sense and careful observation, even a plant that was nearly dying regains vitality and becomes green and healthy again.
God, the Gardener of my soul, never takes His eyes off me for even a moment. He watches over me so that I do not wither from changing temperatures, dry out in parching winds, or quickly shrivel under the hot sun. He nurtures my weak and delicate soul with the same care by which He counts the hairs on my head and engraves my name on the palms of His hands. God, who knows me better than anyone, lovingly cares for me, saying, “How beautiful, how beautiful.” Because He watches over me with such affection, I am strong today as well.
