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
💜💜💜
ReplyDeleteLove this so much. I stand beside you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Diane. I enjoy your blog!
ReplyDeleteDon’t ever quit. God is using you and He isn’t through with you yet.
ReplyDeleteThank you for writing beautiful thoughts.
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