Speak my Language

The Christmas Season is all about celebrating the fact that God became a human being.
On that note I do want to thank the Good Lord for being considerate enough to speak my language. Imagine if he came as some angel or a platypus. Really? Who speaks platypus? I mean how could we really relate. In God's infinite widsom, He became one of me. Became one of me so that I/we could see how we were made to be. So that we could appreciate the Pslamist when he wrote: Psalm 139:14 Look it up!
Going back to Psalm 139:14... we lose vision of our wonderfully and fearfully madeness. We get caught up in the crap of the everyday life and buy into messages that we aren't good enough or that the world is going to hell in a handbasket. (Why a handbasket I'll never know. I think someone had it out for handbaskets). But when we really ponder. Not just "yeah yeah I know" the idea. But ponder and mull over the idea that YOU are wonderfully made. That is a life changing moment.