I'm feeling discouraged.
It's easy to write these posts when it's been a good day. When I've been charming and lovely and said all the right things and never been selfish and always put the other person before myself. Granted, I don't have many of those days, but you get the idea. Some days are just better than others.
But how do I go about writing these posts when I've thrown all discretion and self-control to the winds, said all the things I didn't want to say, and didn't say any of the things I meant to say? How do I write a post about how much I love my Lord when it seems most of what I've done lately screams the opposite?
It's on these days that I am absolutely overwhelmed by this thought: "I know that He never gives up on me." I may leave my first Love, but He never leaves me. I may lose interest in the road of holiness before my God, but He never loses interest in His daughter.
I may even give up on myself - but He never gives up on me!
Hebrews 13:5 - "I will never leave you or forsake you."
1 Samuel 12:22 - "For the Lord will not forsake his people for his great name's sake: because it hath pleased the Lord to make you his people." (are we not His people as Christians?!)
John 6:37 - "...and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out."
Malachi 3:6 - "For I am the LORD, I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed."
Jeremiah 31:3 - “The Lord hath appeared unto me of old saying, “Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love; therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee.”
I think about the story of the prodigal son. Discontented and restless, he told his father - "I'm out of here!" Taking his inheritance with him, (read: "I wish my dad was already dead") he walked out on the happy home life he had been living and away from the father who loved him.
How many dads could have endured that kind of slap in the face? How many dads could still have loved a son who wanted nothing to do with them? And not only loved him, but waited and watched for his return every day, and then -
Ran to him in ecstasy to welcome him when he came back?
This is the kind of God we serve. A Father Who never ceases to run to His wayward children when they return once again from their lustful wanderings. A God Who runs to me, when I return.
I love my Lord because He never gives up on Me.