We are and we know we are and we love to be it and know it.

Da Vinci painted one Mona Lisa. Beethoven composed one Fifth Symphony. And God made one version of you.

Each star, numbered. Each star, named! Like every grain of sand. Every hair on his head. Every trouble that filled his day. Created. Numbered. Known.

He names the stars and knows the sparrows.

May the Hero of all history talk personally to you. May you find in Jesus the answer to the deepest needs of your life. May you remember your highest privilege: you are known by God and cherished by heaven.

He knows your name. And he can't wait to get you home.

In our loneliest moments the One who formed our "inmost being and knitted us together in the womb" offers us a friendship, a nearness unlike any other. God created our inmost and our outermost beings. He knows us emotionally, physically, and mentally better than anyone else.

If you're always trying to be normal, you'll never know how amazing you can be.

Each person is unique; each situation is unique. Try to tap into your own healing process.

Our founders were committed to a belief in the importance of life and liberty, and we must fight to see those rights extended to our children still in the womb.

By the time we were knit in our mothers' wombs, our lives were like open books before Him--every sentence read, every paragraph indented, every chapter titled, every page numbered. He knew it all in advance--all the sin, all the selfishness, every weakness. Yet He chose to love us--lavishly.

Our perceptions can be very convincing, but God tells us the truth. Nothing about our existence is accidental. We were known before we knew we were alive. We were planned and, as a matter of fact, planted on this earth for this moment in time (Acts 17:26).