CHAPTER 11
Ricky leaned forward in his seat. His palms were sweaty, and his leg jiggled so fast his mom put her hand on his knee and squeezed hard.
He couldn’t stop.
“We serve a God of power, glory, and incredible, infinite might.”
He’d heard Grandma Lucy preach like this scores of times, but for some reason today her words reached out and grabbed hold of him. He couldn’t resist even if he wanted to.
Which he didn’t.
“In spite of his unspeakable majesty and strength, in spite of his immeasurable greatness, this same God has called you his own. This same God who set the stars and the heavens into place knows your name, knows your fears and sorrows and your secret inmost longings. The psalmist says he’s intimately familiar with all your ways. You’re beloved of the Most High God. So wha
