How GREAT is OUR GOD?

This one goes out to a brother that I love and keep close to my heart. I don’t know if he knows that but now he does. Brother, I see a pure heart in you. Despite what other people think, and despite with you think, I see a pure heart. Sometimes, your actions may not reflect but I still see it and most importantly God still sees it. Thank you for the times you’ve been there for me. I know you’re probably thinking, “Huh? I’ve never been there for you.” But you have. You may not remember but I take the little things to and heart and I remember one time, I had a huge blister on my foot and most people would have just told me to suck it up but you were different. You took care of me and cared for me and I’ve always took that into my heart, so thanks. Brother, I don’t know why God does the things he does but he has a purpose and a reason. Believe that. Long nights will come, restless nights will come, and the tearful nights will come but fight through it. If there’s anything that you taught me, it’s to always fight and in the end, it will pay off. Brother, keep fighting and I love you. I will always love you and always pray for you.

How great is our God? No, I am not stating but I am asking it. God, death is something so painful. When my aunt passed away, I didn’t even know her but I felt the pain and I saw it in my mom. I saw what the pain did to her. I saw her grow crazy. I saw that she was suffering. Eventually through time, my mother and I learned to mend it but never could we erase it. We locked that part of our life in a closet and when it came out; we’d mourn and place it back because the pain was too much. God, you deal with this pain every day. You sent you one and only one son to die for our sins so that death alone brings much pain. As if that weren’t enough, we as children of God sin daily, meaning that not a day goes by where you aren’t reminded of your son’s death. How do you deal with that? Even though my sins remind you of your son’s death, you still choose to use me, and most importantly you still love me. How do you do that? God, my heart longs for condemnation, judge me! That’s not fair, there’s not justice in that. At least, make me earn your love, how can you just give it out so freely?

Brothers and sisters, I think I’ve limited myself to how great God is. I think he’s bigger than anything we can imagine. “All of you is more than enough than all of me” Let that ring in your ears.

Love All,
GhanDEEP