It's.....Everywhere

I can look up and see a heart-shaped ray of sun peeking through the leaves of our big oak. Now that's His love. And I feel it every time pain cuts its deepest in this life. And every day as I realize more and more that it's not what I say but what I do that matters most. I have a thing for finding hearts everywhere I look. And finding the clock just at the right time to make a wish (11:11, 4:44, &c.). God is always pouring out His love to me in little ways that most people would brush off and go about their days.... on and on and on.... never noticing His gifts that none of us deserve. Every day, in every way, even in the times when I feel He's not listening, I know that He's repeatedly saying and trying to show me... saying "I love you."



"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variablenes, neither shadow of turning." James 1:17



Does He still feel the nails every time I fail? "I love you" written in red - written in His blood. Jesus' blood. Precious gift, precious love. And the more I see how horrid I am, and I see me, who Jesus died for.... how could He see so much in me? Why does He love me so much? Seriously - WHY!? I am greatful.... humbled. His love draws me. The more worthless I feel, the more I feel His love. It wraps itself into my soul, weaving every gentle thread of lovingkindness into my hard heart every day. And when I push it away, He plunges me with all my hardness into the deep luscious waters of His grace. I could never ask for more. I never knew a Love like this existed. And He's mine.... for eternity.

My King - Sermon By S.M. Lockridge

It's Real

Oh, how well do I remember how I doubted day by day
For I did not know for certain that my sins were washed away
When the Spirit tried to tell me, I would not truth receive
I endeavoured to be happy, and to make myself believe.

When the truth came close and searching, all my joy would disappear
For I did not have the witness of the Spirit bright and clear
If at times the coming judgement would appear before my mind
O it made me so uneasy, for God's smile I could not find.

But at last I tired of living such a life of fear and doubt
For I wanted God to give me something I would know about
So the truth would make me happy, and the light would clearly shine
And the Spirit have assurance that I'm His and He is mine.

So I prayed to God in earnest, and not caring what folks said
I was hungry for salvation; my poor soul it must be fed
When at last by faith I touched Him, and, like sparks from smitten steel
Just so quick salvation reached me. O bless God I know it's real!

But it's real, it's real, O I know it's real
Praise God, the doubts are settled and I know it's real!

H.L. Cox