In the morning, my computer screen fills with the image of a far-away golden galaxy, swirling with stars. The image makes me feel how tiny I am, a fleck in the cosmos. And that makes me marvel that God should care about me.
Read MoreIn the morning, my computer screen fills with the image of a far-away golden galaxy, swirling with stars. The image makes me feel how tiny I am, a fleck in the cosmos. And that makes me marvel that God should care about me.
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