Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Love Counteth Not The Cost..

Love counteth not the cost.

Let me make those profound words a little more fathomable. 

You see, it's like this:

When Jacob fell in love with Rachel, those 7 years of hard labor to claim her for his own seemed as nothing. Even when he had to work on for another 7 whole years to earn the hand of the one he loved. 

"And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had to her."  Gen. 29:20

For Jacob, Love counted not the cost.

When the people of Esther's kin were doomed to death, and she, being the queen in the kingdom couldn't think of doing nothing, when she loved her God, and her dear people so. 

"..and so will I go in unto the king, which is not according to the law: and if I perish, I perish."  Esther 4:16

To Esther, Love counted not the cost.

And on down through the ages. The song of the martyrs as the flames climbed their way to still the voice of the dear, loyal christian. For them, the love of the truth, and their God they held more dear than life itself. 

Yes, for them also, Love counted not the cost.

For the one who looked with broken heart upon the ones He created, so full of sin and misery. He asked what could be done to redeem them to Himself.. and said I will Go. Bowed with the deepest grief on that darkest night in history, in that lonesome garden. Then hung upon that cruel cross, His arms outstretched to  the world that hated Him. Oh, tis' here is love indeed! Here we see Love in it's fullest.
At the foot of the cross.

"...who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross.." Hebrews 12:2 

For Jesus, Love counted not the cost.
Dear Heart, are you greater than these, that you might count the cost, for love to your brethren and to your God?

Oh that we might say these words with the apostle Paul...

"..I will very gladly spend and be spent for you; though the more abundantly I love you, the less I be loved."  2 Corinthians 12:15

For us now, will we for Love count the cost?

"He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love." 1 John 4:8 

If suddenly upon the street
My gracious Saviour I should meet,
And he should say, "As I love thee,
What love hast thou to offer me?"
Then what could this poor heart of mine
Dare offer to that heart divine?

His eye would pierce my outward show,
His thought my inmost thought would know;
And if I said, "I love thee, Lord,"
He would not heed my spoken word,
Because my daily life would tell
If verily I loved him well.

If on the day or in the place 
Wherein he met me face to face
My life could show some kindness done,
Some purpose formed, some work begun,
For his dear sake, then, it were meet
Love's gift to lay at Jesus' feet.
~Charles Francis Richardson 

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

His Hearts Desire.. And Mine.

My mind was full of unanswered questions, frustrations and a feeling of being all alone. 

Stepping out the door into the drizzle of the soft rain drops, I walked down our little dirt road, pouring my heart out to my Father. 

I suddenly noticed the wildflowers blooming all around in their grand array of color, and simple beauty. As I gathered them, I said aloud, "oh dear Father, your love for me is written everywhere!" So much You have done for me...

I lifted my eyes to the dark clouds above, saying, "oh what can I do in return?"

Long pause..

'All I desire is your heart.'

My eyes still lifted to the sky... Hot tears now uncontrollably streaming down my cold cheeks. 

'I know it's hard. There's those things that you desire that you wonder if I would give you.'

'But my child, I created you, I know what you need more than you do.' 

'I love you.'

And then it hit me..

His desire..

"Delight thyself also in the Lord..."

My desire..

"And He shall give thee the desires of thine heart."

His hearts desire and mine combined. 

When they are, we long for the same things.

Falling on my knees in the wet gravel...

'Here it is Father, its all Yours to keep.'


"He was better to me than all my hopes;
He was better than all my fears;
He made a bridge of my broken works,
And a rainbow of my tears.

"The billows that guarded my sea-girt path,
But carried my Lord on their crest;
When I dwell on the days of my wilderness march
I can lean on His love for the rest.

"He emptied my hands of my treasured store,
And His covenant love revealed,
There was not a wound in my aching heart,
But the balm of His breath hath healed.

Oh, tender and true was the chastening sore,
In wisdom, that taught and tried,
Till the soul that He sought was trusting in Him,
And nothing on earth beside.

"He guided by paths that I could not see,
By ways that I have not known;
The crooked was straight, and the rough was plain
As I followed the Lord alone.

I praise Him still for the pleasant palms,
And the water-springs by the way,
For the glowing pillar of flame by night,
And the sheltering cloud by day.

"Never a watch on the dreariest halt,
But some promise of love endears;
I read from the past, that my future shall be
Far better than all my fears.

Like the golden pot, of the wilderness bread,
Laid up with the blossoming rod,
All safe in the ark, with the law of the Lord,
Is the, covenant care of my God."


Saturday, June 14, 2014

Hold His Hand

Trudging  down this dark path,
lost and forsaken in the night.

But then, I heard His voice. 
I turned and saw the light.

I asked Him why I must go,
the way I didn't understand.

He said with a twinkle in His eye,
just hold on  tightly to my hand.

A sigh escaped my breast,
as I grasped His hand tight.

And as I walked with Him,
He pointed to this sight.

I gasped in surprise,
footprints marked the way!

Before me, He had already been, 
the evidence before me lay! 

You see, the way I know,
He looked on me with a smile.

I turned and said, I'll go where you go,
trusting you all the while.

For better than I ever could, 
I trust the path You know.

The farther with Him I go,
my love for Him doth grow.

Being with Him is Heaven to me,
for there's none else who loves me so!