“The thief comes only to steal, kill, and destroy but I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” NIV
God, How Do I Abide in Your Love?
Dwelling in love as a place Will a feeling rise Waiting Am I to wait Are you commanding me to feel loved In the way you command me to trust in you
God, I met you when I was four. I rejected you even though you flooded me with love and raised my spirit up to life because I thought your love was temporary. How can I go back? You said I can always call on you and you’ll be there, but how do I ask you to love me, still? How do I look at our relationship with joy?
God, you smiled on me. And now I’m grieving because I left. Do you love me that much, still? I’m embarrassed for leaving. I’m intimidated by your love you showed me, it was so much. It changed me. It will change me, again, won’t it?
I’m too scared, simply, to live a life based on the memory relived with fondness, nostalgic about an idea of being loved that’s so steeped in disappointment that I have only have a faint hope in the possibility of your love for other people. My body would continue, so long as I continued to accepted food. But my eyes won’t want to open, weighted down by deep fatigue.
I can feel the deep life-giving restoration of strength that comes from knowing I am rooted in life because of God’s favor toward me. I can imagine drinking in the love of God from the roots. And with every draw through the roots, I will gain assurance of my eternal place…
And when you hear God’s idea, always ask how that will impact the parties involved because the testing of God’s voice starts with this: he is a peacemaker, a healer, a good counselor, wisdom, and love. And his responses, if it’s really from God will fulfill at least one, but typically all, of these character…
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There is a whispering in my being that testifies rest is real, rest is worth the risk of letting things fall apart because if I will let God help me then all things will be taken care of, not by me but by Him.