A beautiful sunrise was filling the eastern sky so I decided to go out on the front porch to enjoy my coffee, my Bible, and my quiet time. I was listening to the birds and savoring each sip of my coffee when this thought came to mind.  Somewhere I had read or heard in a sermon perhaps, that God enjoyed hearing his Holy Word read back to him.

So I opened up to Psalms and began with the 46th.  I stood there reading to him and tears began to run down my cheeks. I went on with the 47th Psalm and the tears kept coming. There was something so special about reading to God.  It just filled my soul in a way I’d not experienced before.

I stopped reading after that and continue offering  Him my praise and thanksgiving for such an awesome time together. As I was looking up in the sky and relishing the moment, I saw something amazing.  There at the bottom edge of the clouds, just where the sky comes up to the clouds, there it was, my name.     Patti, clear as it could be and spelled the way I spell my name… Patti, with an i.  There were no jets in the sky leaving a trail.  There were very few clouds that day and they were huge.  This was not a time of staring at a cloud long enough to imagine it looking like an elephant or something.

God had written my name in the sky, right there where I could see it.

Of course I didn’t have my phone to snap a picture and I knew if I left it would be gone by the time I returned.  So, I just stared in wonder, in thanksgiving, in awe.

Since that time whenever I start to doubt Him or doubt that He knows that I exist, I remember.  I remember that He indeed, knows where I am.  Matthew 10:30 says that even the hairs on my head are numbered.  He knows who I am.   This is an awesome Scripture from Psalm 139 in the Message:

  ^1-6 God, investigate my life;
    get all the facts firsthand.
I’m an open book to you;
    even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back;
    I’m never out of your sight.
You know everything I’m going to say
    before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you’re there,
    then up ahead and you’re there, too—
    your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful—
    I can’t take it all in!

Such an amazing God that He would care enough about me, care about each one of us to know  every detail of who we are.  We never need to wonder if He knows us.

He even knows the way I spell my name.  Patti, with an i