Archive for May, 2012

“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.” ~ Walter Winchell

 

You have everything.

 

You have lots of friends.

 

 

You suddenly have nothing.

 

And you suddenly have no friends at all.

 

 

Your door creaks. Someone is standing there. Jesus steps forward. He stands at the door. He is your friend. He is walking in when the rest of the world walks out.

 

Jesus always cares.

 

And He’s always there.

 

Always.

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“The irony is that while God doesn’t need us but still wants us, we desperately need God but don’t really want Him most of the time.”

–          Francis Chan

 

Why are you sitting in front of your screen, reading these words?

Why are you here?

 

 

We were made to love God and be loved by God and love others the way God loves us.

It’s all about love, isn’t it?

Because GOD is LOVE.

Starts there, continues there, ends there.

Sometimes I forget to laugh.

It sounds dumb, when I say that.

But it’s true.

I work hard. I am focused. I am determined. I care much and relax little. I want so badly to do the right thing and do the job right.

But I forget to laugh.

The weird thing is, I love to laugh. I do. But sometimes I forget.

I miss it.

And then I remember. And I laugh again. And I know I mustn’t forget.

God loves to hear you laugh. He does. There is a song that sings every day. It’s His music. The galaxies, the rivers, the mountains, the birds, the blossoms, the honeybees, the treetops, the horses, the everything – they are all singing a melody that blends in perfect harmony. It’s beautiful.

And when you laugh?

You add the finishing notes.

And it’s awesome.

 

I rock. Forward. Back. Forward. Back. My hands rest gently on the swing. I sniff. I want to be alone. Just want to be alone. To be comforted. To just sit. Sit in my Lord’s presence.

“I’m hurting, Lord.”

Sniff.

A tear rolls down my cheek. A curl softly brushes along my chin.

Sniff.

I’ve done this before. I tried to do it myself. To make it on my own. I fall. I hurt. I’m in pain. I need Jesus. Need the healing of His presence. His touch. His life.

The soft breeze picks up. My skirt flaps around my legs. I shiver.

I lift my wet eyes to the sky. “I’m cold, Lord.” I brush the brown locks from my face.

The wind stills. The sun beams.

I’m warm.

I smile. “I’m warm, Lord.”

 

He cares.

God cares.

Talk to Him, my friend.

God. Cares.