Do not go through this day and feel that you are not loved! God loves you! I know it is so easy to tell someone that when you are lonely or sad. Sometimes that is hard to believe. Today, if you are a mom that feels that way, please get a piece of Chocolate out of the pantry, make yourself a cup of coffee, sit and think about God. He gave you the awesome responsibility of being a mom.
Thank Him for your children. There are many ladies in this world that would love to have a child!!
Thank God you have roof over your head.
Thank Him for the food He has provided.
Thank Him that your children are healthy and that at this time in your life, you are not in a hospital room praying over your child that is fighting cancer. There are many moms today that are in that hospital room.
So my prayer is that you will feel the love of God hugging you and showering you with Valentines, floating from heaven above.
Mom, you are loved! Face it, believe it!!!!
The following story I am about to share doesn’t seem like the type of story you would share with moms on Valentine’s Day. We would expect a story about the knight in shining armor coming to save the beautiful dame in distress. But before you share your comments, please read to the end of the story.
After a few of the usual Sunday evening Hymns, the church’s Pastor slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit and before he gave his sermon for the evening, he briefly introduced a guest minister who was in the service that evening. In the introduction, the Pastor told the congregation that the guest minister was one of his dearest friends and that he wanted him to have a few moments to greet the church and share whatever He felt would be appropriate for the service. With that, an elderly man stepped up to the pulpit and began to speak. “A father, his son and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific coast,” he began. “When a fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to the shore. The waves were so high that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright and the three were swept into the ocean as the boat capsized”.
The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who, for the first time since the service began, looked somewhat interested in his story. The aged minister continued with his story. “Grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life: to which boy would he throw the other end of the life line? He had only seconds to make the decision. The father knew that his son was a Christian and he also knew that his son’s friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves. As the father yelled out, ‘I love you, son!’ He threw out the life line to his son’s friend.
By the time the father had pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beneath the raging swells into the black of night. His body was never recovered.
By this time, the two teenagers were sitting up straight in the pew, anxiously waiting the next words to come out of the old minister’s mouth. “The father.” He continued, “knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus and he could not bear the thought of his son’s friend stepping into an eternity with out Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son to save the son’s friend.”
“How great is the love of God that He should do the same for us. Our heavenly Father sacrificed His only begotten Son that we could be saved. I urge you to accept His offer to rescue you and take a hold of the life line He is throwing out to you in this service.” With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. The Pastor again walked slowly to the pulpit and delivered a brief sermon with an invitation at the end. However, no one responded to the appeal.
Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers were at the old man’s side. “That was a nice story,” politely stated one of them, “But I don’t think it was very realistic for a father to give up his only son’s life in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian.” “Well, you’ve got a point there.” the old man replied glancing down at his worn Bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face. He once again looked up at the boys and said, “It sure isn’t very realistic, is it? But I’m standing here today to tell you that that story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for me.
You see, I was that father and your Pastor is my son’s friend.”
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|havE everlasting life.”|
Happy Valentines Day, MOM!!!
(Choice of the Life Line, anon)