I'll plant her in the good earth. I'll have mercy on No-Mercy. I'll say to Nobody, 'You're my dear Somebody,' and he'll say 'You're my God!'" (2:23)
I so love being planted in Him. My good earth. I love how my roots have sunk in and taken hold in the firm foundation of Him. How He has enabled me to weather the storms of life and grow stronger. Only because of Him.
But most of all, most of all, I love that no longer am I "nobody".
I am my ABBA's "dear Somebody". And He is my God.
No greater love.