Thursday, June 10, 2010

Do You Know You Are Really Loved By God?

I (probably like many of you) have often sung the children's song, "Jesus loves me this I know...." The other day I was singing it to my little grandson before his nap. But as I was singing it to him, the words hit me in a fresh way - Do I really know and live like I am loved by Jesus? Do I allow that truth to sink into my deepest thoughts?

Not long ago my son-in-law had to go away on an overnight trip. The next morning - when he was not there for breakfast - my sweet 5-year-old grand daughter was distressed to the point of tears. She loves eating breakfast with her daddy each morning - and in her mind it's supposed to be that way every day. His absence at the kitchen table prompted her to write him a note. It was a very tender note expressing her love for her dad. There was one sentence she wrote, however, that especially caught my attention, "And I know you love me, too."

Wow, I believe that sentence is powerful. Here's a little girl that truly knows her father loves her! I wonder what great impact that knowledge of being loved by her dad will have on her now and in the future? I wonder if she will feel like a woman of worth as she matures? Will her dad's secure love have a bearing on how she feels loved by God? I believe so.

Take a moment, if you will, and say to the Lord, "Father, I know you love me." Those may be hard words for some to say, but it's true - the Father loves you and He wants you to know it and believe it. "What marvelous love the Father has extended to us! Just look at it - we're called children of God! That's who we really are" 1 John 3:1 (The Message).
"And may you have the power to understand, as all God's people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is" Ephesians 3:18 NLT.
"Jesus loves me this I know."

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Positive, Powerful Words

Maryann Bird, from her book, The Whisper Test, shares the following story:
"I grew up knowing I was different. I hated it. I was born with a cleft palate and when I started school, my classmates made it clear to me how I looked to others. A little girl, with a misshapen lip, a crooked nose, lopsided teeth, and garbled speech. When schoolmates asked, 'What happened to your lip?' I'd tell them I'd fallen and cut it on a piece of glass. Somehow it seemed more acceptable to have suffered an accident rather than to have been born different. I was convinced that no one else other than my family could love me.

There was, however a teacher in the second grade we all adored. Mrs. Leonard, by name. She was short, round, happy. A sparkling lady. Annually, we had a hearing test. Mrs. Leonard gave it to everyone in the class. And finally it was my turn. I knew from past years as we stood against the door and covered one ear, the teacher, sitting at her desk, would whisper something and we would have to say back what we heard her say. 'The sky is blue.' Or 'Do you have new shoes?' I waited for her words - the words that God must have put in her mouth - the seven words that changed my life. Mrs. Leonard whispered, 'I wish you were my little girl.'"

What an incredible "shame lifter" Mrs. Leonard was for a little girl. Only seven words were spoken, but they changed her student's life. I wonder what words I could share today that would bring hope to those around me? 'Heavenly Father, help me to see those who need whispers of your love.' Oh, by the way, I believe the Lord Jesus continually whispers to a lost and hurting world, 'I wish you were mine.'