Oh wow, haven't heard this song, "Why Should He Love Me So?" in many a moon....then all of a sudden today it started traveling in my head and down to my heart.
I'll have to say it didn't put me on one of those trips where I feel like a "worm", not worthy of love of any kind from anybody for any reason. It did start me to thinking that it really is an amazing mystery how God, my Abba Father, could love me so much. That got me to remembering that classic of Dottie Rambo's...
"He left the splendor of Heaven, knowing His destiny
'twas the lonely hill of Golgatha, there to lay down His life for me...
If that isn't love, the ocean is dry, there're no stars in the sky, and the sparrow can't fly
If that isn't love, then Heaven's a myth, there's no feeling like this, it that isn't love"
It's now floating around in my head and heart that I don't have to dig and dig and dig to know why He'd love me so....He is just that...HE IS LOVE. He loves me because that's what He does...no, what He is!!!!!
It seems I’ve spent half my life caught in the crossfire between the principalities and powers of the air thinking I was fighting battles with flesh and blood. I gave my heart to Jesus at the tender age of nine. Naïve to what it meant for my earthly future, on the spiritual level a child can understand, I knew it was the right choice… the only choice for me. I’ve had some amazing experiences in my life; God is responsible for these. Just this week, I’ve found He is at it again… bringing parts of my childhood and adolescent years around to meet up with my adult self and allowing me the great privilege of tracing His Hand from hell to high places… urging me toward completing the healing process in wounds almost three decades old. As school starts back, may I remind you… parents and grandparents, classroom teachers and Sunday school teachers… coaches: The children in your care who have made a profession of faith in Jesus Christ are gigantic neon flashing targets for spiritual wa...
Beautiful Ann! Absolutely Beautiful! Thank You for sharing!
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