Latin, meaning the image of God. A tiny grouping of letters scattered inky over pristine white, 5 terse syllables, but what does it mean?
It means that engraved through your very core, you bear the signature of a God who cannot forget you. Like any good Father, He can’t help but love you. He can’t stop thinking about you. He will go to any lengths to save you.
His were the first eyes to see you, microscopic in your mother’s womb. Glinting back at Him, was you. A fragment of His nature runs stitched through your soul. A piece of Himself, sparkling and irresistible. He made you. And He loves, loves who He made.
Hear me in this: you are not a mistake.
You are beautiful and immutably priceless. You are idiosyncratic, and that’s a good thing. You are uniquely you, because you are like Him as no one else is or ever will be. Eternity pulses through your veins because you are linked, irrevocably, to Him.
You are forever and hopelessly His favorite.
You are Imago Dei.