For over ten days I had traveled the back country trails near the cottage hoping I’d catch a glimpse of some bears. Yes, I was by myself because no one else in my family is crazy enough to hit the all natural (bumpy, sandy, rocky) trails for hours like I wanted to. I’m sure I scared all the bears off because my bicycle rattles so much they probably heard me a mile away. So my hope remained unfulfilled.

Later on our drive, Amy insisted we travel a particular road and half way down we were looking for a place to turn around when, 30 feet in front of the car, was a bear sauntering across the road. We stopped to watch and saw two cubs following the momma. Tears started to fall as I realized all the individual events and timing (most I don’t have written here) that had to fall into place for me to finally see some bears.

How do I know that my God loves me? Because He sent His only Son to die for my sins so that I could have new life in Him. How do I know He cares about me? Because He meets with me whenever I want and spends time with me so I can know Him more. How do I know I am precious to Him? Because He continues to bless me in ways I cannot imagine just like the exact timing to allow me to see my bears.
How awesome, loving and personal a God we have, who goes beyond all our minds can conceive to be the greatest Father we could ever have. Lord, we love You and praise You for who You are. Thanks for loving us so much!