A Love Story

    One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise.
    Ah! The beauty of God’s creation is beyond description!
    As I watched, I praised God for His beautiful work.
    As I sat there, I felt the Lord’s presence with me.

    He asked me,
    “Do you love me?”
    I answered,
    “Of course, God! You are my Lord and Saviour!”


    Then He asked,
    “If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?”

    I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest
    of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn’t be able to do,
    the things that I took for granted.

    And I answered, “It would be tough Lord, but I would still love You.”


    Then the Lord said,
    “If you were blind, would you still love my creation?”

    How could I love something without being able to see it?
    Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of
    them still loved God and His creation.

    So I answered, “Its hard to think of it, but I would still love you.”


    The Lord then asked me,
    “If you were deaf, would you still listen to my word?”

    How could I listen to anything being deaf?
    Then I understood. Listening to God’s Word is not merely using our
    ears, but our hearts.

    I answered, “It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your word.”


    The Lord then asked, “If you were mute, would you still praise My

    How could I praise without a voice?
    Then it occurred to me: God wants us to sing from our very heart and
    soul. It never matters what we sound like. And praising God is not
    always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give God praise
    with our words of thanks.

    So I answered, “Though I could not physically sing, I would still
    praise Your Name.


    And the Lord asked, “Do you really love Me?”

    With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly,
    “Yes Lord! I love You because You are the one and true God!”
    I thought I had answered well, but God asked,


    I answered, “Because I am only human. I am not perfect.”


    No answers. Only tears.

    The Lord continued: “Why only sing at fellowships and retreats?
    Why seek Me only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly?
    Why ask things so unfaithfully?”

    The tears continued to roll down my cheeks.

    “Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the good
    news? Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer
    My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I give you
    opportunities to serve in My Name?”

    I tried to answer, but there was no answer to give.

    “You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away.
    I have blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to
    turn away. I have revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain
    in knowledge. I have spoken to you but your ears were closed.
    I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes were turned away.
    I have sent you servants, but you sat idly by as they were pushed
    away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all.”


    I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief.
    I had no excuse. What could I say to this? When my heart had
    cried out and the tears had flowed, I said,
    “Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child.”

    The Lord answered, ” That is My Grace, My child.”

    I asked, ” Then why do you continue to forgive me?
    Why do You love me so?”

    The Lord answered,
    ” Because you are My creation. You are my child.
    I will never abandon you.
    When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you.
    When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you.
    When you are down, I will encourage you.
    When you fall, I will raise you up.
    When you are tired, I will carry you.
    I will be with you till the end of days, and I will
    love you forever.”

    Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold?
    How could I have hurt God as I had done?
    I asked God,
    “How much do You love me?”

    The Lord stretched out His arms, and I saw His nail-pierced hands.
    I bowed down at the feet of Christ, my Saviour.
    And for the first time, I truly prayed.

~ Author Unknown