For the last few days I have been nursing the notion -- not exactly nursing but more like reveling in the feeling that goes with apprehension of the notion -- that each person I meet was created by the Same One Who created me. With the same gratuitous love. For the same reason. But uniquely revelatory of God in ways only God knows and understands.
I live and work with created beings of such splendor and beauty that God Himself came down to live among them as one of them, and redeem them from the ill they freely chose.
I'm not the favorite daughter. It only seems that way to my limited, inside-my-own-head point of view.