In the Multitude

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It’s so easy to get lost,

To see yourself moving to the back of the line,

Because you’re not as pretty, as generous, as loving, as powerful, or as holy as the rest.

All you really have is God,

And even this one thing feels so far from reach.

In the multitude,

It’s easy to feel unseen, unheard,

Like you could disappear and no one would notice,

You could be gone without a sound,

You feel abandoned and forsaken.

But what you don’t know is that He knows your name.

He calls you out from the crowd,

Like a Zacchaeus disadvantaged from the start,

Just because of his height.

Listen to His soft voice calling you out of the multitude,

An invitation to dinner,

To spend time with you,

To rest your weary head on His shoulders.

Listen to the sound of your name on His lips as he says, “Come.”

Can a woman forget her nursing child that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you. – Isaiah 49:15

Love,

M.

All About You

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This title happens to be one of my favourite songs by Birdy. The lyrics below speak volumes:

You don’t have to do this on your own

Like there’s no one that cares about you

You don’t have to act like you’re alone

Like the walls are closing in around you

 

You don’t have to pretend no one knows

Like there’s no one that understands you

I’m not just some face you used to know

I know all about you

 

And you should know that someone cares about you

I know all about you

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She Loved Much

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She, like anyone else had baggage. Admittedly, she was a hooker and everyone knew it. She’d hear the whispers whenever she passed by. But really, how was a pretty girl supposed to make money and get by? Of course she wasn’t happy about the turn her life had taken. She always wanted to marry and well, have kids. But who was she kidding; she was just a sex worker.

Something about him drew her close. He wasn’t like the others. He was- different. She observed him. His eyes were so transparent, she could see his heart. There was something there…something she had never seen. Was it love?

Sneaking into the elite party, she found her way to his seat. His eyes still held that thing for her. It thawed the ice inside of her as her tears began to fall in torrents.  She knelt at his feet and cried some more, then pulled her silky hair loose to absorb the tears. With the one expensive Miss Dior bottle, she sprayed his feet till the entire room took up the beautiful scent.

He looked at her with compassion in his eyes. Saw all she had done but didn’t judge her. He forgave her despite the pile up of sins. He loved her and she in turn reflected his love like her eyes reflected his.

She loved much because she was forgiven much. –Luke 7:47

You know why some of us still have the time to judge others for their sins or place ours on a scale and see whose is the heaviest? Well, because we love little. Thanks to God who loves us so much that He sent His son to die for us. In so doing, He set an example of what love is. He was sinless and had every right to judge us but he didn’t.

Why then do we see others who sin and think it’s unforgivable?  We put them on the stand and sentence them guilty. This, they’ve gotten used to. And for this reason, they won’t change. We will judge them anyway!

You can’t say you love and find it so hard to forgive.  

We love much when we understand the gravity of our sins and the extent of His forgiveness. We love others when we realize we’ve all sinned and fallen short but God loves us anyway.  This love, He expects us to extend to others.

It’s Valentine’s season and I couldn’t help dropping a message on love. Let’s love much because we know how much we’ve been forgiven.

Happy Valentine’s Day friends! ❤❤

Song of the week: You Love me Anyway by Sidewalk Prophets.

Love,

daintym

Extreme

xtreemSometimes God uses extreme situations to get our attention. I’ve found this to be true. Days when I’m doing everything right and following my usual routines seem ‘blah’ in comparison to days when I trip and fall into temptation. Days when imperfection is boldly written across my forehead. Such days when I feel like a worthless piece of rag God wouldn’t want to have anything to do with – those are the days when I hear Him. When I feel Him. When I know without a doubt, the undiluted grace of God. You wouldn’t know the gravity of forgiveness until you’ve done something really wrong.   Read more