The sun is shining brightly. The kids are eating eggs, bacon, and toast after which they want to do their puzzles. I have already taken my first dose of B12 and HCY Guard. Things seem to be going okay today.

I had a good day yesterday including a 2 hour lunch meeting at which I was actually able to enjoy a meal. I credit that to the vitamins as well!

In a couple of hours, friends will be here to visit, and we'll likely end up at a Bible study of sorts this evening. Although, I have to admit, I'm not much into the Bible study thing. However, I'm hoping my friend will cook as he's so good at it! I love trying his new creations.

Anyhow, I'm continuing in Abba's Child but have also begun to read Max Lucado's Facing your Giants. The goal is to learn as much as possible about who God is and how He works. I have become so jaded in regards to God throughout my life that I just want to figure out what He is all about which to me is step one to figuring out what I am all about.

Anyhow, interestingly enough, Max Lucado points out something I knew about David, but never really thought that much about until now:

One might read David's story and wonder what God saw in him. The fellow fell as often as he stood, stumbled as often as he conquered. He stared down Goliath, yet ogled at Bathsheba; defied God-mockers in the valley, yet joined them in the wilderness. An Eagle Scout one day. Chumming with the Mafia the next. He could lead armies but couldn't manage a family. Raging David. Weeping David. Bloodthirsty. God-hungry. Eight wives. One God.

A man after God's own heart? That God saw him as such gives hope to us ALL. David's life has little to offer the unstained saint. Straight-A souls find David's story disappointing. The rest of us find it reassuring. We ride the same roller coaster. We alternate between swan dives and belly flops, souffles and burnt toast.

We need David's story. Giants lurk in our neighborhoods. Rejection. Failure. Revenge. Remorse. Our struggles read like a prize fighters itinerary.

This incapsulates so well who I feel like I am. And, as pious as it may sound, somehow knowing God loves and uses the broken just as much as he loves those who appear to have it all together, is amazing to me. I still cannot fathom a love such as that. Even when I cannot love myself, He loves me deeply not inspite of who I am or what I have done, but He loves me just as I am belly flops and all.

There are lots of Davids in this world. Full of ups and downs; good and bad; wonderful traits and huge flaws; kind actions and grievous ones. Them there are the people God loves and seeks to use. Doesn't make sense, but it is what it is, and I thank God for that.