Random.  Again.

Food for thought from "same kind of different As me."
by Ron Hall and Denver Moore:

When she's talkin to you, she'll lay a hand on your arm like she's knowed you all your life, like maybe you was her own child.  And even if she keeps her hand there awhile, it don't bother you none.  You just feel happy God saw fit to drop a lady like that into this world.

Here was a man whose life seemed disposable.  Yet he found a reason to smile . . . "Why are you so happy?"  "I woke up!" he replied, eyes twinkling in his haggard face, "and that's reason enough to be happy!" . . . a derelict had had the wisdom to see . . . a blessing fundamental to all others.

The Word says God don't give us credit for lovin the folks we want to love anyway.  No, He gives us credit for loving the unlovable.

Our limitation is God's opportunity.

That's the good thing 'bout God.  Since He can see right through your heart anyway, you can go on and tell Him what you really think.