The Lord loves the lost.

“Should I not have compassion on Nineveh, the great city in which there are more than 120,000 persons who do not know the difference between their right and left hand”. Jonah 4:11.


I've been so caught up in life this week.

Work from Monday to Friday, busy with school at night and catching up with friends.

Today was the only time I've really been able to stop and rest.

To consider the Lord, His ways, Himself.

To spend much needed time alone, with Him.


So beneficial.


I have been thinking about my faith today...

more importantly, sharing the Object of it with those who haven't yet heard about Him.


I don't know if it's that I am ashamed to bring Him up, or whether I'm just so caught up with everything else that's going on that, I don't even think about it.


I caught up with an old friend the other day who doesn't follow the Lord.

I came away from the meeting feeling this sense of sadness, sad because I can't imagine how she can live without the hope there is in Christ.


I suppose I ought to be praying, "Lord... give me the boldness to tell the lost how they can be found, in You."


but even then, you share your faith and if they choose not to believe...

there is still the knowledge of what the repercussions of unbelief are!


wow.


How glad I am to be saved.

How thankful that despite my wretchedness, God loves me.


How I pray that we might love the lost as much as God Himself does, enough to tell them about Calvary.


That our eyes might be opened to see the fields, in great need of labourers who will tell of His amazing love.


That the world and all it offers would be so dim, in comparison to the knowledge of our amazing God.


This I do pray,


in Jesus' name.

What a beautiful name.

'You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain'. - Exodus 20:7


I did not expect the Word of God to be thrust straight through me, like a sharp sword last night in church.

I don't believe there has been a week in all my life where I've been so careless with my words.

So hasty to speak, without considering the power of words.

I was reading Romans today over coffee, I came to chapter 10 and verse 13,

'For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved'.


There is something about His name.


Something Holy... something Glorious.

How often I use his name for humour's sake.


Today even, I muttered something which had me stop right there on the sidewalk and say...


"God, I can't believe I just said that"... "after last night's message".



It's crazy.



No matter how much I purpose to do something, I end up falling on my face.

I suspect this is the Lord's way of drawing my proud self back to Him.


To remind this kid of how lost she would be without Him.



Ahhh.


A good day.


My eyes have been lifted up... I have been reminded that without Him, I'm nothing.

I can't do life without His help.




and to be honest...





I kinda love Him.



Wouldn't want to live it without Him.



xx

ugh.

It's been a big week.

I'm in a little bit of a mood atm.

I'm sorely grieved by offences.


Careless words spoken, upset caused.


I'm just over it.


I want to take to my tongue with a knife.


A big, sharp knife.


Alternatively, I might stop speaking.



ugh.


Thank God we're saved by grace.



For I am hopeless without Him.