I rather generously consider myself to be of “middle” age. Granted, my definition of “middle” is somewhat expansive, but age is really just a number, right? At least that’s what others of my maturity tell me. And other than my insomnia and creaky joints, I’m not feeling particularly ancient.

But I am at a point in life where reflection (and regret) is a frequent exercise. Recently I have been pondering the question of whether or not God likes me. I know He loves me.

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