Oh what a beautiful season.  

Today we woke to a light blanket of snow covering the fallen Autumn leaves.  The beautiful mums were still startling us with their vibrant colors of yellow, white and fuchsia.  Two tall oaks across the way brought bright orange and red to the canvas that was being spotlighted with the morning sun.  God is quite the artist, isn’t he?

He made it all.  Do you wonder why God gives us the eyes to see His creation and the hearts to appreciate it?  Maybe because He loves us?

God spoke His love to me today
in fluffy clouds and new mown hay,
in mountain's towering peaks that rise
from gentle plains to ice blue skies.
 
In flowers shouting loud and clear
their colors bright with dew drops tear,
in tall green trees that wave, and sway,
in the gentle breeze they softly say
"God's showing love to you today."
 
Glowing coals from evening's fire
Red flames leaping ever higher
Sparkling snow on winter night
The old moon casting icy light
Crystal streams that leap and roar
and soothe a throat that's dry and sore 

In all these things my heart can say
"God's showing love to me today."
 
But you also show His love – because He gave you a heart of love.
 
In gentle hands that help and bear
and tears that come from eyes that care,
in family's love and loyalty
God shows his mighty Love to me.
 
In words that come from deep within
the loving heart of a dear friend,
a pat, a hug, a tender touch
that says, "I love you, oh so much."
Dear ones, in what you do and say,
God shows HIS precious love today. 

Thank you, friends.

 

And Thank YOU Almighty, Holy Father for loving us so well.

 

^{"God shows" - By Diane 1995}

 Dear friends

Somedays I find myself wondering about whether to keep writing at this stage of my life.  But I expect that I'll continue as long as the Lord gives me the strength and the will to express the love I have for Him and the gratitude that overwhelms me when I remember His love. 

As long as the memories come - memories of times that He answered prayers, I will write of God's love.  Those remembered times, those specific prayers cannot be counted.  God heard the prayers for my husband's life, for assurance that a tiny bit of faith is enough for a particular season of great doubt, for comfort and strength for my children on many terribly painful occasions, and for the dream that I would one day know a special one has claimed Jesus as his Lord.  I prayed for peace when there seemed to be nothing but chaos, and for easing of pain for dear friends.  Many things big and small come to mind, yes, even our son's lost dog - found at a time of his life when it made a difference.  

These are memories of God hearing, answering, comforting, and changing situations and sometimes even changing my heart and my prayer.

The gratitude I have for my Savior goes beyond specific answers to prayer, but gratitude for His love and care brings  a feeling almost of pain to my heart.  The knowledge that He would even know or care for us, for all these flawed, sinful children of His, is overwhelming.  And the thought that He would care enough to become a man and live in our shoes, in our world, to endure all of the happenings that affect us day by day, and to know us as our brother as well as our Savior and our God, is nothing less than amazing.

And He did it all because He is the author of love.

To remember

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;  Lamentations 3:22

 His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,

His power no boundary known unto men;

For out of His infinite riches in Jesus

He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

From Anne J. Flint's song about God's  Love and grace.

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