There is this unbelievable feeling when you are in love with someone. You think about them all the time. You can’t wait to see, talk, or be with them again. There is nothing else that feels the same way. This is how I feel about my wife. Ok, I know some of you, who know us, will say, “Yeah, but you two have only been married 7 months!” This may be true, but you see I have purposed in my heart to never fall “out” of love with her. I have this desire to forever find another way, to make her feel loved.
Which is a nice segue into my second point. A greater feeling than loving someone else is knowing that you are loved by them. Again, I have to point to my wife. She is so understanding, patient, and forgiving. Knowing I am loved by her will cause me to smile for no particular reason.
But even greater than her love, is God’s love. His love is perfect, and again I will smile when I sense his love come over me in waves. Not because He just did something for me, but because I am his child. God can’t help but love us because, after all, He is love. (1 John 4:8)
Ways to experience this kind of love:
- This kind of love is recognized when you spend time with God.
- This kind of love is known after spending time reading the Bible, and learning how He has loved others.
- This kind of love is solidified by loving God back. You do that by praising him, and worshipping him. When you are confident, knowing how much God loves you, nothing that happens to you in life can threaten your relationship with God.
Be love to others:
In the current condition of our world, we, who know, have, and trust in God’s love need more now than ever to share that kind of love with others, who may be lost, confused, or scared. God’s love through you, might just be the very thing that saves their life now and for eternity!
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“That’s just great! What am I going to do now? How am I going to get out of this?” Have you said something along this line in recent days? It seems like I have, a lot, or on several occasions. Some, when faced with problems or challenges don’t sleep much, while others, might get worried sick.
Growing up, my father always got home at 4:30 PM. The family would be sitting at the table, have prayed, and start eating by 4:33 PM. My mother had this super power of having all the food ready on time. Although, I didn’t realize what a talent that was until I got older and tried it myself.
A very good friend of mine couldn’t sleep the other night. She lives on the other side of the world, so when she video called me via Messenger I was up. She said she had already done the usual things one does in order to fall asleep again, but to no avail. I said, “Sorry, but this is a sign of old age! They don’t warn you about it in the manual of life.” She didn’t like it, because she lives in a state of denial concerning her age.
Should it turn left or right? Come to think of it, I have never turned the water off at the street. The valve was hard to turn as well. I got frustrated, and while looking down into the dirty, yucky, spider enticing hole in the ground I said, “God, I need help.” I literally looked up, from the hole, and down the street, about three houses away, was a city water department truck. I tell you the truth, the truck was not there when I started the task. I walked to the truck and the employee drove down to my house and helped me.
There it is. Another ugly, races, hateful, hurtful word from one I know very well. “I don’t understand,” has been cried out to God many times after one of their zingers comes out of their mouth. “God, why do they still feel, act, and say these things? After all, they go to church!”
I was facing several issues the other day. To be honest, they overwhelmed me. I cried out to God to ask why was this happening, and how am I going to pay for it all? (My first ungodly belief (UGB) was thinking that I was going to pay for it all. Everything my wife and I have comes from God, He pays for it all.) I spoke to a couple of others about it, and they were encouraging, but it still consumed my thoughts. I got mad, complained, and cried, to no avail, because I felt the same after each one of my flesh’s outburst.
Those who believe in God should be void of fear. I know a woman who trust God while it is light outside, but she doesn’t trust him at night. It’s not totally her fault, she was raised to be afraid of everything. She hasn’t learned to overcome the lies, but I know she will! Joyce Meyer says fear is:
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