I had this big huge epiphany last night. I burst into the house after my walk all amped up. So, let me see if I can put it in some format that you can read.
I listen to a lot of music while I run jog walk wog, some secular, some worship.
Last night, I was listening to “Made to Love,” by TobyMac.
I’m running, and praising God for the strength to run and thanking him for helping Tom put the Ikea couch back together earlier in the afternoon, because that crap was cray… then another song comes on.
It gets off to a slow start. It’s not exactly worship music, not great for running, but I freakin’ LOVE it. I love Eminem. I love everything he does. (Okay, that one album wasn’t fantastic.) He’s so awesome. Everything he does… oh my God…
Then, it hit me like a freight train. Seriously. I felt it rush over my body furiously.
God loves me like I love Eminem.
I’m not famous. I’m not cool. I’m not influential. I don’t do a whole heck of a lot. But to God, I’m the shiz. I’m one bad mofo. I’m awesome! Everything I do… I’m his favorite. (And so are you.)
And then I felt a nice breeze, looked up, and saw the sky full of stars above me, my sky full of lighters.
BOOM.
That La Kid 
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