A Love Story

I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not perfect."

"Then why in times of peace do you stray the furthest?  Why

only in times of trouble do you pray the earnest?"

I had no answers ... only tears.

The Lord continued.  "Why only sing at fellowships and

 retreats?  Why seek Me only in times of worship?  Why

ask things so selfishly?  Why ask things so unfaithfully?"   The tears

continued to roll down my cheeks.  "Why are you ashamed of Me?  Why

are you not spreading the good news?  Why in times of persecution,

you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry on?  Why make

excuses when I give you opportunities to serve
in My Name?"

"You are blessed with life.  I made you not to throw this gift

away.  I have blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you

continue to turn away.  I have revealed My Word to you, but you

do not gain in knowledge.  I have spoken to you but your ears were

closed.  I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes were turned

away.  I have sent you servants, but you sat idly by as they were
pushed away.  I have heard your prayers and I have answered

them all.  Do you truly love me?

                                     I could not answer.  How could I?  I was embarrassed

beyond belief.  I had no excuse.  What could I say to this? 

When my heart had cried out and the tears had flowed, I said,

"Please forgive me Lord.  I am unworthy to be Your child."

The Lord answered, "That is My Grace, My child."

I asked, "Then why do you continue to forgive me?  Why

do You love me so?"

                                     The Lord answered, " Because you are My creation.  You

     are my child. I will never abandon you.  When you cry, I will have

compassion and cry with you.  When you shout with joy, I will

 laugh with you.  When you are down, I will encourage you.  When

you fall, I will raise you up.  When you are tired, I will carry you. 

I will be with you until the end of days,
and I will love you forever."

                                       Never had I cried so hard before.  How could I have been so

          cold?  How could I have hurt God as I had done?  I asked God,

"How much do You love me?"

                                        The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced

           hands.  I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Saviour.  And for

 the first time, I truly prayed.

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