I don't know why..

I dunno why..

My heart was overwhelmed with sadness.. grief.. Something struck me.. I was thinking.. thinking.. and thinking..

I think God must be grieving.. the gift that He offered to mankind -- Salvation thru Jesus Christ, was being thrown aside and despised..
Imagine, your dad gave a gift, hoping that you will appreciate it, treasure it.. who knows, you received it, but with a 'one-kind' look and just threw it into the dustbin.. how would your dad feel?? You are rejecting your dad's gift.. and you are actually rejecting your dad and his love for you. That kind of pain that struck me when someone shared this illustration during camp cam.. it stayed in my heart.. God grieves..

I dunno why..

My heart was overwhelmed with sadness.. grief.. Something struck me.. and here I am.. thinking.. thinking.. and thinking..

I think many a times, we grieved our Dad.. we take for granted a lot of things.. many a times, we forgot what it means to follow Christ.. we call Jesus our Saviour.. and yet, we struggle like mad to allow Him to be the Lord of our lives..

One thing I learned, following Christ means you have no right to say what you want to do in your life. You wipe away all your goals -- goals that you used to have.. You have no more ambition of your own. "He died for everyone so that those who receive his new life will no longer live for themselves. Instead, they will live for Christ, who died and was raised for them." 2 Cor. 5:15. My Daddy really taught me lessons just on this one thing. Itz such a humbling experience that has broken me into pieces. Shattered. Crushed.

God sees our weaknesses.. how many times have we broken His heart.. and yet, He is still there, drawing us back to Him.. the thought of Him being so faithful challenged me to love Him more..


How deep the Father's Love for Us - this song reminds me how wide, how long, how high, and how deep Daddy's love is, although I may never fully understand it..

How deep the Father's love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turned His face away
As wounds which mar the Chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

Behold the Man upon the cross
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed, I hear my mocking voice
Call out among the scoffers
I was my sin that held Him there
Until it was accomplished
His dying breath has brought me life
I know that it is finished

I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
But I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection
Why should I gain from His reward
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds has paid my ransom...