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I don’t know what it is that makes me love you so

We love Him because He first loved us

I only know I never wanna let you go

I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand

‘Cos you started somethin’, oh, can’t you see

He who has begun a good work in you will complete it

That ever since we met you’ve had a hold on me

Draw me after You; let us run

It happens to be true, I only want to be with you

Run to me, dear lover

It doesn’t matter where you go and what you do

I wanna spend each moment of the day with you

Oh look what has happened with just one kiss

Let Him kiss me with the kisses of His mouth! For Your love is better than wine;

I never knew that I could be in love like this

It’s crazy, but it’s true, I only want to be with you

You stopped and smiled at me, asked if I’d care to dance

I fell into your open arms and I didn’t stand a chance

His left hand is under my head, and His right hand embraces me

Now listen honey, I just wanna be beside you everywhere

As long as we’re together honey, I don’t care

‘Cos you started somethin’, oh can’t you see

I will allure her…and speak comfort to her

That ever since we met you’ve had a hold on me

No matter what you do, I only want to be with you

I said I only want to be with you

I will betroth you to Me forever

* Bay City Rollers, I Only Want to Be With You

** The Word

Come fill me again, oh love

Come make me your friend, oh love

I want your comfort, oh love

I need your strength, oh love

Have mercy on me, oh love

Help me be free, oh love

Oh love, I need you

Oh love, I want you

Oh love

He looked at me with love, reaching out His hand. He desired me to take up His invitation to draw near. His eyes were like fire, warm and inviting me into a depth of understanding I had not known. Willingly I put my hand into His and let Him pull me into Himself. He wrapped around me a love without description. Like a child, I curled up inside the very chambers of His heart.

Son 1:4 Draw me away! We will run after you. The king has brought me into his chambers. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will remember your love more than wine. Rightly do they love you.

He stood alone among people he did not know. What brought him here was desperation. He was cold. He was lost. He was hungry. He wondered if his lot in life was to die in the streets as an unknown corpse. He felt lost in this crowd. He wondered if God were real?

The music began and he watched as many around him sang songs he did not know. He didn’t feel like singing. He felt like dying. Others around him stood and raised their arms in enjoyment. He stood only because he felt like it was expected and he didn’t want to be kicked out of the warm building.

The melodies warmed his heart and he remembered how much he enjoyed singing as a child. He sat down and closed his eyes to just listen. His mind faded back into memories of the past. He remembered the songs of his childhood sung in a place much like this, where people were happy to see him. They hugged and loved on him, but that was long ago.

With his eyes closed, he felt a hand upon his shoulder and just as quickly, one upon his knee. He wanted to open his eyes to see who was touching him, but it was enough to be touched in love. More followed and he was sure he felt half a dozen hands upon him, hearing just as many voices speaking good things about him. His heart swelled in encouragement to remember how much he was loved. An exotic fragrance came to his nostrils and he opened his eyes thinking this to be perfume and he wanted to know who wore it.

Looking around he saw no one touching him. Everyone was singing their beautiful songs and all had their hands raised in enjoyment. He realized he had been touched by heaven and cried in sobs, not caring who saw or who was near. Within moments he felt the touch of hands. Opening his eyes this time, he realized these were the hands of those who had been singing around him. People touched him and he felt their love.

A couple whispered into his ear, “brother, we will get you help”.

Remember…..

This is all God asks of us. Remember who He is to have created us. We came from His heart of love and He longs for our love in return. Remember His goodness and His lovingkindness. Remember who created the heavens and earth for us to enjoy.  Remember He sent His son to die for us.

The world around us is built upon remembrance. We fill our lives with remembrances. We take photos, we sing songs burned into our minds with continual playing, we read books of history and autobiographies.  Everywhere we go there are names plastered upon buildings, parks, streets and headstones. All are meant to remind us of the importance of how these persons impacted lives.

God only asks us to remember Him and His love. Remember He is forever. Remember Him above all…

Your nearness comes and I am undone. It drives my face to the floor here at Your feet. My sacrifice is a broken heart and a contrite spirit. My tears are for You alone to gather in Your bottle. Mere groaning and sobs are my utterances. I am vulnerable to all You ask of me. I tremble at Your Words. Acquiescence comes in obedience to Your will. My fear tries to slow my steps but You strengthen me when I am afraid. I cannot be left behind, unfulfilled. To have more of You I must follow where You lead.

Be steadfast, even if no one brings you accolades. Be steadfast when the silence of encouragement wants to crash your momentum. Be steadfast in truth. Be steadfast to deliver the message you are assigned to bring! However small, or however large, be steadfast in your assignment to deliver the message of Christ.

I toured my mind’s corridors, searching for the rooms of wealth; where the Word of hope, love and encouraging promises were stored. My heart was hungry to engage with these places. I could feel an outward pull tugging at me. I stumbled into rooms of blankness and had to rebalance myself in order to push forward. Busy chaos beckoned me to turn aside. I longed to find my places of rest, but they seemed so distant. Anxiety pushed me down, and I cried out to my Father for help. He whispered, “trust in Me with all your heart”.

His words refocused my thoughts, directing me correctly. The voices of turmoil silenced and I entered the rooms of my peace once more. Sitting down with my Father, I listened again to all He would speak and my hungry heart was fed.

Psalm 9:10 (Message) God’s a safe-house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times. The moment you arrive, you relax; you’re never sorry you knocked.