A couple of years ago I was asked to think about my love for God. I wrote it out as a prayer and recently I stumbled upon that note and thought I would share it below.
I thank you Lord that I am never beyond repair. Your grace is always bigger than my mistakes.
I love you Lord because you loved me when I was nothing more than a vile sinner. Not only have you saved me but you continue to save me from myself and when I am too stubborn to listen, and fall, you are always willing to forgive. I love you Lord because you have the best planned for me. I can trust in your guiding hand to lead me down the right path and not to harm me. You shaped and fashioned me in my mother’s womb and still continue to shape me into the person you want me to be. I love you Lord because you allow me to be a part of your story here on earth. You don’t need me but you choose to use me. Thank you for letting me be used by you. Thank you for hearing when I cry out about big things in my life. Thank you for hearing me when I cry out about silly things in my life. Thank you that you not only hear me but that you answer me, in a perfect way.
Lord you never let go, when I went through times of great depression and loss, you were there. Thank you.
I thank you Lord that with you there is no need for a facade, I don’t need to try to impress you or pretend that everything is OK when it is not. Because you know the true me, you have seen me at my lowest and my best, you know the depths of my heart Lord but you love me the same. And I love you too.
We can ignore even
pleasure. But pain insists
upon being attended to.
God whispers to us in
our pleasures, speaks
in our conscience, but
shouts in our pains: it is
His megaphone to rouse a
The picture of God in the Bible is of One who suffers, and when the mask is torn off life and we see all its profound and vast misery, the suffering, sorrowing God is the only One who does not mock us.
When speaking about how injustice is proof that a good God exists rather than that He does not Lewis wrote;
How had I got this idea of just and unjust? A man does not call a line crooked unless he has some idea of a straight line. What was I comparing this universe with when I called it unjust? If the whole show was bad and senseless from A to Z, so to speak, why did I, who was supposed to be part of the show, find myself in such violent reaction against it? A man feels wet when he falls into water, because man is not a water animal: a fish would not feel wet. Of course I could have given up my idea of justice by saying it was nothing but a private idea of my own. But if I did that, then my argument against God collapsed too–for the argument depended on saying that the world was really unjust, not simply that it did not happen to please my fancies. Thus in the very act of trying to prove that God did not exist–in other words, that the whole of reality was senseless–I found I was forced to assume that one part of reality–namely my idea of justice–was full of sense. Consequently atheism turns out to be too simple. If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be a word without meaning.
We often get so wrapped up in ‘stuff’ we just need more things! The goal of our lives is not to get as much things as possible it is to live it in such a way as to bring God glory. Are you wasting your life chasing after more ‘stuff’? Here is how not to.