Psalms 116:1-2: "I love the LORD , because He has heard My voice and my supplications. Because He has inclined His ear to me..."
After 37 years I am still overwhelmed by the fact that Jesus saved me. Of all the people, we are indeed the most privileged.
Why do you love the Lord?
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Explaining how we can love a God we have never seen would baffle the world. I love Him because He first loved me and because He demonstrated that love through Christ Jesus. At times His love overwhelms me. He is worthy of our lives.
I guess this song says it best
Christ Jesus my Lord from Heaven came,
To save me from guilt and sin and shame;
His death on the cross of Calvary
Brought pardon and gave me liberty.
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I love Him because He first loved me,
He first loved me, He first loved me;
I love Him because He first loved me,
And died on the cross of Calvary.
He sweat drops of blood in prayer for me,
Heartbroken in dark Gethsemane.
While angels from blessèd realms of light
Gave strength to His aching heart that night.
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Up Calvary’s hill the cross He bore,
And for me a crown of thorns He wore;
They nailed Him upon the tree to die,
Then darkness came over earth and sky.
Refrain
My Lord who was slain by sinful man,
A wonderful Friend to me has been;
He rose from the tomb with victory,
And now I love Him who first loved me.
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I just don't know why he saved me. I had a tough childhood,and at any turn could have ended up without God in my life. My mom was dealing drugs when I was little, my dad was in guam and it was just mom and me. She got involved with scary people and drug addicted. She left my dad and married a drug abuser. Eventually he got out as she had Harley guys in the house guarding it (he escaped with my sister out the window). Somehow I was spared abuse at this time, and a woman took me in when I was five because she heard I was going to neighbors asking for food. During the time I was with my mom I would wake up on Sundays and if I missed the church bus, I would curse her out. This was not pretty, but still, I was hearing about God. The woman who took me in also took me to church and says I loved church. I became a Christian young, and it spared me a lot of grief. Evntually I lived with my dad (after 4 years with an abusive aunt and uncle). He's not a believer, but by that time I had to go to church and went wherever anyone would take me. One year I went to church alone across the street from my house. God has always been in pursuit of me, always holding me, never leaving me. Why me? I do not know.
Blessings!
Christianlady
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