All the love in this world. All the worship that can be done… will never be enough for me. I speak with him nonstop on those days. I marvel at his love. At his blessings. At his never ending grace. I worship his amazing creation. I see… and smell… and feel… all the wonders of his love. I want more of him with each passing moment. I long for his look… for time in his presence. I want nothing more from this life than to be his. To be his hands… his feet… . I want others to see him in me and to experience the amazing love and grace of our Savior. I hold my breath… I don’t want this moment to vanish. In those times he sets off a dream in me of days when I can spread his word and demonstrate his love. Moments that he will be able to use all of me, to his glory. I want it to echo through the rest of my life until he calls me home. There are times I stumble and fall, but his love is there to pick me up. I then think of the day when he has used me fully. We will walk hand in hand and I will hear those words I long for. “Good job my faithful servant”.
I Love You!