Feb 20, 2016


I  have a coaster that I absolutely love, that was recently broken. It was damaged, it will be cracked, but still usable. As I was gluing it together I had a thought come to me. I was reading the words on the coaster: Treasured: The Lord delights in those who fear him,who put their hope in his unfailing love. Psalm 147:11(NIV)    ... Although we are broken we are treasured. He loves us with an unfailing love We are damaged, cracked, but still usable...   He delights in us when we fear Him and trust in His unfailing Love... I needed this message. We can never get to the end of his Love!

For this reason I kneel before the Father,  from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love,  may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ,  and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us,  to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. Ephesians 3:14-21

Underneath as the graphic the following song was printed :

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.

Words: George Ma­the­son, in the Church of Scot­land mag­a­zine Life and Work, January 1882.

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