God is so sweet to me when I just listen and do what I hear Him telling me to. He gave me a gift today that was so unexpected it made me cry. I feel so insignificant sometimes and He just lets me know now and then that He doesn't think so. And of course, none of us are. His son Jesus has died for us. Why do I marvel that God gifts me in small ways when He has given me so much more in the sacrifice of His son than I ever could deserve?