“I assure each one of you that the Lord knows you, that he is aware of your concerns and your anguish, and that He loves you— intimately, personally, deeply forever.”

art by Yongsung Kim

One year, my dear friend had a pretty lousy birthday.

She knew it wasn’t a big deal—she was almost thirty. She didn’t need anyone to remember her birthday. Her husband was in school and working nights, so she had celebrated earlier with him. But on the day of, she felt like she had sort of been forgotten by anyone else.

But as she went through the aisle at the grocery store, she saw that strawberries—her favorite fruit that she hadn’t been able to afford in two years— were on sale. 

It was January. She’d never seen strawberries on sale in the winter.

So not everyone had forgotten it was her birthday—God remembered.

She cried right there in the grocery store. 

Jeremiah 1:5 says, “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee.”

Now, strawberries on sale on your birthday might not have been a big deal to you. 

But that is the beautiful thing about having a God who knows us personally.

He knew my friend—that she is thrifty and has kept a strict budget for the last ten years. He knew her financial situation. He knew she loved strawberries. So that little miracle was just for her.

He knows you, too.

As Elder Ballard said, “I assure each one of you that the Lord knows you, that he is aware of your concerns and your anguish, and that He loves you— intimately, personally, deeply forever.”

God knows you. And loves you.

In big things and the small things, He is there—

Like strawberries on sale on your birthday.

I would love to hear in the comments times (big or small) that you knew God was aware of you personally!


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