I'm sitting on my floor in my room, freezing. I have been very, very cold all day. I'm wondering if I'm getting sick. I don't normally feel cold like this. But every part of my body is extremely cold. I like cold weather. I'd rather it be cold than hot, but right now I don't feel so good being so super cold.
I had an amazing thing happen to me today. I had a gentleman come into the store and in true Southern tradition asked me where I went to church. I answered his question and then he proceeded to ask me if I was saved, I said yes, and he then asked when it happened. I shared with him how Father Love rescued me by opening my eyes at the young age of six. I could see in his face he felt very doubtful at that moment about the truthfulness of my story. He looked at me and said, "How do you know you were saved at that moment?" I told him that even at such a young age I had a desire to read God's Word, and since then I've seen and felt Him moving within my life to purify my heart and soul to be more like Christ. The overwhelming sense of gratitude for my Savior almost brought tears to my eyes.
It was a defining moment. The peace, the thankfulness, the love, the joy I felt for my Savior and for being able to share how Christ chose me, how He moved and worked in my life was almost more than this girl could handle. I am so prone to wonder. So prone to leave the God I love. But praise Him! He is so faithful! I can't help but thank Him for saving me. I am the truly the worst of all sinners.
This is one of my favorite hymns. The words speak to my soul. The music is soothing to my heart.
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.
Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.
O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.
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