How deep the Father's love for us!

I typically do not share the same information on both my blogs, but I feel compelled to do so today.

O, for a thousand tongues to sing . . . .                                 How deep the Father’s love for us . . .

              The love of God, how rich, how pure, how measureless and strong . . .

                                                                       Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saves . . .   

Psalm 56:9 says, This I know, God is for me.

 The “knowing” described here comes from a deep place within, not rooted in feelings or emotion, but in the proven promises of God, in His track record of keeping His promises. It comes by faith and that faith, a gift from God as well.

Have you ever been in a place of such grief and emotional sadness because life has been turned upside down for someone you love? My heart is broken for my friends, yet my words fall empty, my tongue cannot adequately express my love or my heartache. What grieves me most, however, is my inability, my inadequacy to express God’s love for them. To communicate in the midst of their pain that God weeps for them. He holds their tears in a bottle; His gentle eternal compassion covers them like a warm blanket in this cold, hard place. 

What a flawed plan, this plan of God, to give such a powerful message of love and compassion, of hope and eternity to earthen vessels such as myself. I keep coming back to verses about his strength is made perfect, complete, full in my weakness. Songs that extol his majesty and glory, his love and compassion, yet in my feeble attempt to comfort or encourage, it seems to fall on  ears made deaf by aching hearts.

What is my job, my calling in moments where those I love are hurting so deeply? What can I do? How can I love more deeply?  All I can do is pray and that seems, to this recovering performance junkie, not enough. Yet it is enough, because it is not up to me to give ears to ones heart, it is my place to speak and love and serve from the depths of God’s love and mercy for me, and pray the Holy Spirit does the rest.

Still, my heart breaks but this I know, God is love; Jesus came as the physical demonstration of His sacrificial love; it is a free and personal gift wrapped in this perfect package with my name, your name on it; ours for the taking, believing, accepting. 

Lord, give ears to hear.