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A LOVE STORY *
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One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.
Ah the beauty of God's creation is beyond description.
As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.
As I sat there, I felt the Lord's presence with me.
He asked me,
"Do you love me?" I answered, "Of course,
God!
You are my Lord and Savior!"
Then He asked, "If you were physically handicapped,
would you still love me?"
I was perplexed. I
looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest
of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn't be able to
do, the things that I took for granted. And I answered,
"It would be tough Lord, but I would still love You."
Then the Lord said,
"If you were blind, would you still love my
creation?"
How could I love
something without being able to see it?
Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of
them still loved God and His creation.
So I answered, "It's
hard to think of it, but I would still love you." The Lord then asked me,
"If you were deaf, would you still listen to my
word?"
How could I listen to
anything being deaf? Then I understood.
Listening to God's Word
is not merely using our ears, but our hearts.
I answered,
"It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your
word."
The Lord then asked,
"If you were
mute, would you still praise My Name?"
How could I praise
without a voice?
Then it occurred to me:
God wants us to sing from our very heart and soul.
It never matters what we
sound like. And praising God is not
always with a song, but
when we are persecuted, we give God praise with our
words of thanks. So I answered,
"Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise
Your Name."
And the Lord asked,
"Do you really love Me?" With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly,
" Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one and true
God!"
I thought I had answered
well, but...
God asked,
"THEN
WHY DO YOU SIN???"
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?"
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 offer My shoulder to cry on?
Why make
excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?"
I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.
"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 till 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 Savior.
And for the first time, I truly prayed.
Author unknown.