A love story. That’s what my life is. A beautiful love story.
I’m standing on the other side of the valley. The one that I walked in for a very long time. I look back at this valley. I see the places where I fell. I see the places where I lie bleeding. I see the enemies camped about ready to charge. But I’m standing here on the other side.
That’s when I see Him. The one. My shepherd. Who walked me through the valley. Who pulled me up. Who bound my wounds. Who shielded me from the fiery darts. I’m standing here. And I see Him.
I know that I am loved.
I know that in the midst of my pain, I was being sung a song. A song of redemption. A beautiful love song from his depths to mine. And all I want to do is sing the song back to Him.
The one who knew me, more intimately than I knew myself. He called me. Whispered into my little 6-year-old heart, “I love you.” As I awoke in terror from another nightmare he’d sing, “Be not afraid, for you are not alone.” As I tried to cope with things I didn’t understand he’d tell me, “Don’t worry. I have you.” When I asked him if he’d always be there, he said, “Forever.” When it was safe to breathe he asked, “May I take that burden from you?”
My Jesus has been there. Always loving me. Even in the hard things He was there. Telling me he loved me.
And I stand here. And I wonder how I walked this broken road. I look at my scars. Then I look into his eyes. I see his scars. And I smile.
My Jesus. He loves me. His hands tell me so. There is no greater love story.