Lovingkindness. . . A Gift To Me

Posted by on Oct 17, 2015 in Blog, Home Is Where The Story Starts |

Lovingkindness. . . A Gift To Me

I woke up this morning and snuggled under the covers. I asked God to show me what HE thought of me, and these words came to mind. “Oh love that wilt not let me go.”

I smiled.

Several years ago when we went home for a visit, my oldest niece, Kari came to me and said, “Aunt Miriam, will you sing a special with me for church?” Of course I said yes. (I say yes to my nieces and nephews as often as I can.)

This is the song we chose:

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

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O light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

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O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

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O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

by George Mattheson

Today I am attending the last day of a women’s conference. Allume is a conference for Christian bloggers and writers and I am here because my publisher suggested it. (I also like to say yes to my publisher as often as I can.)

At Allume I have been challenged, taught, encouraged, brought up short, and thrown to my knees before God.

I have been uplifted by sweet friends, old and new.

I have been reminded that I am a wonder to God.

I have been shown that God delights in me.

I have been challenged to see myself as God sees me, all of my messiness . . . but YET. . . he delights in me.

He made me this way. And, though—like my daddy reminded me—he may not want me to stay exactly how I came out of the womb, he created me to be who I am today.

Then he strategically placed and removed the events, trials, joys, opportunities, and people into and out of my life to make me capable of doing and being what he wants me to do and be.Today.

So, my nieces and nephews? Gifts of God. To me.

Music?  A gift of God to me.

The opportunity to sing this song with my niece a few years ago so that whenever I sing it I think of her, and pray? A gift.

And, then the Holy Spirit whispers in my heart, “Miriam, if HE loves you that much. . . If He arranged all of that? WHAT good thing is he arranging for you today?”


Jeremiah 31:3  The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.

Psalm 139:17-18 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.