Ok, I'm caving. I'll write a new post. I really should go to sleep soon, though. I guess I just get bored and want to post on here. Facebook is so boring sometimes. Farmville people make me laugh. I saw this shirt that had the cow on the front with crossed pitchforks below it, and it said "No one cares about your cow!" It was funny...

So, you know how God knows you better than you know yourself? Well, He does. And you know how it says in Matthew 10 that He notices when even a sparrow falls to the ground, and He cares so much more about you? How many sparrows do you think there are in the world? How many dogs? Cows? Turtles? Geese? Meese... Mooses... uh... fish? What about trees, or blades of grass? He counts those, too. How about the number of waves in the ocean? He knows how many there have been since the ocean started waving. Sand on the seashore? Numbered! But only by God. How about this: He even knows where every photon of light from the lighthouse He watched being built goes. When it bounces off of a metal radar dish, into the air, past the clouds, out of the atmosphere. Past the stars, planets, asteroids, comets, moons, gases, He watches it. At the same time, He's watching those stars and planets, from supernovas to black holes, from gas giants to chunks of ice that aren't planets anymore. And yet, at the same time, He's watching you, from your big moment on stage, to your funny faces in the bathroom mirror. The turn you took too fast, the race you ran too slow; nothing gets past Him. He's the one who sees you when you're sleeping, and knows when you're up late posting a blog. And guess which one of all these things He cares about the most? Surely it's the giant stars, so grand and powerful! Or is it the complex system of hundreds of muscles, which all fit into the head of a caterpillar? No. It's you. Yes, you. Little ol' you. Small? Eh, compared to the universe, yeah. Weak? Well yes, if you consider the ocean. Imperfect? Sure. But special? Definitely. And loved? Without a doubt. And not just loved by a person, who will only be around a few decades, or by a few generations, or even the whole human race, but by someone who has one eye on a sparrow... and all His focus on you.

Claim to fame

If you don't think you know anyone famous, well, now you do. If you google Bronaugh, probably the first thing you'll get is Bronaugh, Missouri... or schools, but then the town. Anyways, I had heard of that town, but I found out today that it actually is connected with my family. My great-great-great-great-grandfather (my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, or grandfather's great-great-grandfather) was a really good friend of Jesse James, the bank robber, or something like that. Supposedly, everyone in that town liked James and his gang, so they would hang out there all the time. It was named after "Wal" Bronaugh. Here

http://www.lyndonirwin.com/wcbronau.htm

I didn't read the whole thing, I just skimmed it. It's probably more right than I am, but I seriously think I'm related to this guy. Plus, his grandfather was named William Bronaugh, and he was a Revolutionary War Patriot. That would've been so cool if he had gotten into history books, even if it was just a sentence or so. Oh well.