When God created mankind, he made them in the likeness of God.
Why is it so easy to forget that I was lovingly made in God's likeness?
My human frailty, the thorns in my flesh, the insecurities that fall around me like ashes - they all try to detract from the Creator of all who made us and said it was good.
I run and work and toil to be the image of something that will still be in the likeness of my God.
I ignore and beat down and overwork (and overfeed) this body that was created in His image.
He knows every name within long genealogies of people in the Old Testament - generations of humanity. He cherished them and knew the years of their lives. And He knows me. He cherishes me.
When I wordlessly insult me, I insult His likeness, His creation. He made me and it was good.