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TRUST JESUS TODAY
In this little writing I attempt to portray how I view my Lord and Master. I hope you enjoy.
When I was a child I sat upon my Father’s knee and melted into His embrace. I gazed with wonderment into His great and gentle eyes. Eyes which had beheld the ages were fixed upon me.
There was comfort and strength in His arms. I felt at home and at peace. But still questions plagued me. The world was filled with contradiction and often I was unsure and afraid. Should I be so bold as to speak the thoughts which had played upon my heart? If I could be so presumptuous as to question Him, would His eyes still shine softly for me?
I rested my head on His great chest, contemplating the paths I had chosen, the uncertainties I had faced. This life was surely hard, and answers were difficult to find. I had often wondered why I was here at this moment in time, and why I was created at all. Encouraged by His presence, I asked,
“Father, who are You?”
To my surprise, He threw back His powerful head and laughed! Then returning His magnificent eyes back to me He replied,
“When you were born, I was the breath on your face. When you confront a difficult path, I AM the whisper in your ear. When you have learned the lessons taught, I AM your applause. When you fail to remember the lessons taught, I AM your gentle reminder. When your heart is weary, when affliction wraps itself around you, I AM your rest. When you faint with sorrow, I AM your warm blanket.
“I AM your father, and My heart beats for you.”
Slowly I lowered my eyes. He was too beautiful, too wonderful to behold. How could One such as He say these things? I am but dust, a small speck wafting through time. Why is it He should love me so?
Had He not seen me? Did He not know all I had done?
Again my heart yearned to speak. I desired to know more of Him, to know why He should care for me. Softly, almost silently, I dared to ask,
“Who am I?”
I felt His gentle touch as He lifted my head to meet His gaze. In His eyes I saw my answer even before He uttered a sound. A tear fell lightly down His face as He spoke.
“Ah, sweetheart. You are My child, you are My princess, you are My bride, you are My creation, you are My sorrow, you are My joy, you are My thought, you are My passion, you are My smile.
“And I would die for you.”
My heart ached and my spirit danced! At last I knew Him, if ever He could be truly known! This, my God and my Savior, my beginning with no end. My all and all, in all and through all.
In His embrace I can face all that lies ahead. Because of His faithfulness, I am free to fail now and then, yet free to fly high above the enemy at all times!
Who is He? He is My Abba Father, my ransom, and my life.
Copy write © 2006 Sharon Singley
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