He will rejoice over you. You will rest in his love; he will sing and be joyful about you. Zep 3:17
God is for you. Turn to the sidelines; that's God cheering your run. Look past the finish line; that's God applauding your steps. Listen for him in the bleachers, shouting your name. Too tired to continue? He'll carry you. Too discouraged to fight? He's picking you up. God is for you.
God is for you. Had he a calendar, your birthday would be circled. If he drove a car, your name would be on his bumper. If there's a tree in heaven, he's carved your name in the bark…
"Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne?" God asks in Isa 49:15 (NIV). What a bizarre question. Can you mothers imagine feeding your infant and then later asking, "What was that baby's name?" No. I've seen you care for your young. You stroke the hair, you touch the face, you sing the name over and over. Can a mother forget? No way. But "even if she could forget, … I will not forget you," God pledges (Isa 49:15 ).
In the Grip of Grace (by: Max Lucado)