They remind me of You. Odd shapes and sizes, with interesting pasts and even more intriguing quirks and talents. They come from all over with accents that make me laugh and fears, worries and concerns that could power city electrical plants if we could ever harness their wasted energy. They Love wonderful things; like kids being free from assaults upon their innocence, birds, whispers, worship and song. They are a poem to the testimony of their creator, when I see them I know You.

They write down their thoughts and want you to read them just so you can tell them what you think, so they can feel acknowledged. They are so frail, yet when the chips are down, their freedoms are challenged, their families threatened or their God mocked they arise like a heavenly hosted army. They don’t want vengeance but understand that forgiveness comes before escape. At the top of their lungs they will praise their friends and with those same lungs give you the verbal dickens for forgetting to put out the trash. They are an odd breed, a peculiar people and I Love that they Love You.

They are so timid and afraid at times you have to holler at them to get out of the way of the charging bull yet they will wake you in the middle of night to talk about a shooting star. In times of trouble they forget who they belong to and try so darn hard to get it right or fix things that I have to throw pillows at them to recapture their diverted attention. They want what they want when they want it but are humbled and embarrassed when they see someone in need of which they already have collected too much. They want all to be saved but cannot find the courage to tell people about Jesus. But when squeezed they will mention Him First. They have nothing greater in their lives than You.

Their wishes are true, their faith solid and their bright expectations somehow unmanageable, yet they never fail to remember on which side their bread should be buttered. They try and avoid resemblance but are unmistakably children of the Most High, sent as Ambassadors to pave the road, the skinny road to paradise. They will run from a ghost yet march in Hades to free the innocent and pull captives back from the abyss. All because they are empowered and living filled with the Spirit that is You.

They are Yours and I adore them, not simply because they remind me of You, but because they are the part of you that I get see all day long as reminder of how close we are.  They are your sheep and they need feeding, comforting, encouraging, questions answered and wounds healed. I honor the position before me as their Brother at Arms. Mostly because it is the thing in this life that I get to do entirely for You.

Bless them continually in the Great Name of the King, Jesus.