Why Does God Love Us?

Sometimes I wonder why God loves me. Maybe I see my negative traits instead of the positive ones. Maybe it’s because of the society I was born in. “Why do something if you can’t do it right?” was a statement in our household growing up, or something to that effect.

So, I lost my keys again. I wonder how many times I’ve lost my keys over the years. I don’t like it, but I don’t worry until about day three. I hesitate to ask my husband if he’s seen them, because he really doesn’t like it. I told him I misplaced the keys this morning, and he’s asked me at least five times if I’ve found them yet.

I canceled my trip to the library to really look for them. I called the pizza place he drove us to last night to see if they were there. They have a huge lanyard on them. I used to hang them up religiously, but lately they’ve been cozying up with my gloves in whatever coat I happened to wear that day. I fish them out of the coat and think, next time hang them up. But once I slide down that slippery slope of neglect, it snowballs.

I hurt my shoulder today, really bad. Exercised without warming up or it’s old age or I held it in an awkward position. I could hardly drive with our set of spare keys. I tried to keep it still and steered the car with my less used arm. I texted by voice. So, even though I know my husband is having a really busy day and he was about to leave for another appointment, I stopped at church to ask him to pray for my shoulder. He did, but it was short and to the point and he asked about my keys, again.

So, even though I knew they weren’t there, I looked throughout the church for the missing items. And I tried not to cry. I ran an errand and came right home. I looked for the tenth time and prayed and felt as though the Lord said to blog. I also took time to text my husband to thank him for praying, because the excruciating shoulder pain left. He told me God is good, he is not.

God loves us whether we’re stinkers or selfish or inconsiderate, etc., etc. I thanked God for healing my shoulder and I asked Him why He loves me when I keep struggling with some of the same things. He said, “Because I love you.”

I love my kids even when they’re not perfect, so intellectually, I get it. But to receive unconditional love blows my mind. When I find the two blogs I wrote out and one I really liked, I will plan to post it or maybe them. Why I’m losing track of things outside of the norm is beyond me, but God knows. I am getting lots done in other areas. Maybe I’ll try and be grateful for the progress I’m making and thank God for His help and for His unconditional love and relax in the fact that I’ll find the keys. I always do, even when I left them in VA on my way home to NY.

May God bless you!

Spiritual Warfare

I purchased Beth Moore’s book, Praying God’s Word: Breaking Free From Spiritual Strongholds, © 2009 by Beth Moore, a few months ago. B & H Publishing Group, Nashville, TN published this tome.

Praying God's Word: Breaking Free from Spiritual Strongholds, Paperback Edition  -     By: Beth Moore

I read a page or two per day until I got hit a couple of weeks ago with spiritual warfare. Distractions, discouragements, disagreements with people I love, despair tried to get a hold of me. I woke up to the premise of Beth Moore’s book, praying Scripture against any attacks. Then, I asked God to rebuke the enemy as the book of Jude tells us in the New Testament of the Bible. I apologized for my part in the disputes and received apologies. Other things improved.

Just before the battle began, I read pages 59 and 60 in the chapter “Overcoming Pride,” by Beth Moore. I will quote it here since it’s a small amount of words out of the entire piece:

“the biggest injustice of pride: it cheats wherever it plays.

My name is Pride. I am a cheater.

I cheat you of your God-given destiny . . . because

you demand your own way.

I cheat you of contentment . . .  because you

“deserve better than this.”

I cheat you of knowledge . . . because you already

know it all.

I cheat you of healing . . . because you’re too full of

me to forgive.

I cheat you of holiness . . . because you refuse to

admit when you’re wrong.

I cheat you of vision . . . because you’d rather look

in the mirror than out a window.

I cheat you of genuine friendship . . . because

nobody’s going to know the real you.

I cheat you of love . . . because real romance

demands sacrifice.

I cheat you of greatness in heaven . . .  because you

refuse to wash another’s feet on earth.

I cheat you of God’s glory . . .  because I convince

you to seek your own.

My name is Pride. I am a cheater.

You like me because you think I’m always looking

out for you. Untrue.

I’m looking to make a fool of you.

God has so much for you, I admit, but don’t worry . . .

If you stick with me

You’ll never know.”

What an eye opener, or should I say, what an inroad to the heart? Then, Beth Moore continues with examples of prayer that reference Scripture within the words to God.

I hope this finds you well!

May God bless you!