A quick ride up the two lane highway that runs through town will lead you to this stone.
When you park your car and hop out into the breath snatching air, you are officially standing on the 45th parallel. You are 45 degrees south of the equator. In fact, you are almost exactly half way to the South Pole on a southern bound path from the equator.
There could be a huge globe poised nearby with the tiny area, where you stand hunched against the cold wind, being pointed to by an obnoxiously red arrow and a line that reads
"You are here".
I love that a short trip north of town gets me to this sign. It is so convenient to know where I am in the big picture.
Amazingly, I can never ever be so far south of anywhere that I cannot be found.
Sometimes it is easy to feel lost,
lonely,
forgotten.
But never once in the mind of God is your position forgotten. Anywhere on this massive spinning planet is easily labeled with a "You are here" tag. God never loses you. His eye is watching the lilies, the birds and most certainly YOU!
You are precious to God. You hold a place in His heart that can never be filled by someone else.
And He never loses sight of where you are.
Even when it's 45 south.
There could be a huge globe poised nearby with the tiny area, where you stand hunched against the cold wind, being pointed to by an obnoxiously red arrow and a line that reads
"You are here".
I love that a short trip north of town gets me to this sign. It is so convenient to know where I am in the big picture.
Amazingly, I can never ever be so far south of anywhere that I cannot be found.
Sometimes it is easy to feel lost,
lonely,
forgotten.
But never once in the mind of God is your position forgotten. Anywhere on this massive spinning planet is easily labeled with a "You are here" tag. God never loses you. His eye is watching the lilies, the birds and most certainly YOU!
You are precious to God. You hold a place in His heart that can never be filled by someone else.
And He never loses sight of where you are.
Even when it's 45 south.
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