I continued to read more of my old journal last night. I read the frustrations of a fifteen and sixteen year old girl wanting to date one Bryan Landreth. We’ll save that for a completely different post. I’m just thankful I’m not sixteen any more. Can I get an amen?
I read an entry written in 1998 about loss. About losing my Grandfather five months after he danced at my wedding. About losing a best friend to a rare disease only one month after my Grandfather’s passing…….
About how we learned so terribly young to not only tell those dear to us we love them….
but why we love them.
I not only drew closer to friends and family during this time of loss. I grew closer to my Creator. I wrote in that July 9, 1998 journal entry:
“God has really been stirring in me a greater need for intimacy with Him.”
We already know that when we draw close to Him, He draws close to us. Or, perhaps, He draws close to us waiting on us to draw close to Him. Either way, when we do, we learn this:
“The greatest revelation one can obtain is the knowledge that God loves them very much.”
Ya know, even eleven years later, I still believe this to be true.
God loves us so, so very much. He loves us no matter what we do or don’t do. His love is unchanging. And, when we really get the revelation of how much He loves us, we can walk knowing we are forgiven. We are free. And, we belong to Him.