The Christian Walk:
When He formed me in my mother's womb, He loved me.
As I began to grow, He with open arms called out to me, "come, rest in My arms, little child, come, those like you fill up My kingdom."
In my rebellious times, He would wait patiently at the door, waiting for me to discover that a life without His love and His presence was insanity. As I returned to my senses, repented, turned back to Him, He rushed--ran--to take me into His arms, "My son, I have always loved you. Always. We will rejoice together at your return. There will be rejoicing in Heaven among My angels that your heart has brought you back Home, back to Me."
In the days of my strength, He reminded me that without Him, I could do nothing. "My child, only be strong and very courageous. I will be your strength and shield. Do not become weary in doing My will. Take my yoke upon you. The harvest is coming--it is almost here."
In the days of my brokenness, He bound up my wounds with His faithful presence and with the Spirit's deep comfort in my soul; put a song in my heart, even in the midst of my sorrow and tears. His inexpressible, incomprehensible peace built a fortress around my heart and my mind. "Go now," He said. "Take my healing touch with you to the others who are broken all around you. Lavish others with the comfort and love that I have lavished on you. Bind up the wounds of the hurting with the promise of My faithfulness--of My caring heart."
In my old age as my strength and energy fail me, He whispers to me daily, "I promise you 'strength for today and a bright hope for tomorrow.' Blessings I still have for you--each morning you will awaken to a day where 'new mercies you'll see.' 'With ten thousand beside!"
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for You will be with Me--as I lean on Your rod and Your staff, You will be my comfort. And my promise: "I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever."
"One day I will be like Him, for I will see Him as He is."
As I began to grow, He with open arms called out to me, "come, rest in My arms, little child, come, those like you fill up My kingdom."
In my rebellious times, He would wait patiently at the door, waiting for me to discover that a life without His love and His presence was insanity. As I returned to my senses, repented, turned back to Him, He rushed--ran--to take me into His arms, "My son, I have always loved you. Always. We will rejoice together at your return. There will be rejoicing in Heaven among My angels that your heart has brought you back Home, back to Me."
In the days of my strength, He reminded me that without Him, I could do nothing. "My child, only be strong and very courageous. I will be your strength and shield. Do not become weary in doing My will. Take my yoke upon you. The harvest is coming--it is almost here."
In the days of my brokenness, He bound up my wounds with His faithful presence and with the Spirit's deep comfort in my soul; put a song in my heart, even in the midst of my sorrow and tears. His inexpressible, incomprehensible peace built a fortress around my heart and my mind. "Go now," He said. "Take my healing touch with you to the others who are broken all around you. Lavish others with the comfort and love that I have lavished on you. Bind up the wounds of the hurting with the promise of My faithfulness--of My caring heart."
In my old age as my strength and energy fail me, He whispers to me daily, "I promise you 'strength for today and a bright hope for tomorrow.' Blessings I still have for you--each morning you will awaken to a day where 'new mercies you'll see.' 'With ten thousand beside!"
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for You will be with Me--as I lean on Your rod and Your staff, You will be my comfort. And my promise: "I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever."
"One day I will be like Him, for I will see Him as He is."
"Step by step with Christ, my Savior. Step by step, how can it be? Till in glory I behold Him, Jesus Christ who died for me."
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