Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord. -Luke 1:45



Sunday, May 16, 2010

"Thank You For Loving Me"

What love the Father has lavished on us
That we should be called His sons and daughters
Precious in His sight
Greater love this world had never seen
When He hung on that tree
O why would He do such a thing
For dirty sinners like you and me

O God Thank You for loving me
When on the cross You made history
Lord You died for me
Forever my praise will go to Thee
O God thank You for choosing me
To be Your child and bear Your name
O Jesus I will never cease to sing Your praise

Your love is patient and humble and kind
It's greater than ally my sin
It always protects and trusts and hopes
And will have no end
It's Your love that lifted me up from the depths
Set my feet on a solid rock
With a firm place to stand
Lord I always will trust in Your loving hand

How wide how long
How high how deep
How endless is Your love for me
How wide how long
How high how deep
How endless is Your love for me

This song has been on my heart since I heard it Wednesday night. It is absolutely beautiful. It's like God is showing me such a sweet and precious side of Himself that I've never seen before. During my day when those feeling of panic or anger or confusion start to creep up I'm reminded of the ultimate.....the outcome of EVERYTHING. The truth is....when we get to heaven no longer will our hearts be broken by the burden of barreness....no longer will our bodies be inadequate or broken. I believe with all of my heart that the moment we take in the sight of our King that EVERYTHING will perish except the beauty and the wonder of Him. During those times when I can't bear to think of the "what ifs" I turn my face toward heaven and know in my heart that there will be an end to our suffering. There will be joy everlasting that NOTHING on this earth could give..........not one baby or a thousand babies. When we can't see God's hand................we trust His heart.

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