Returning from an aerobics class and putting Mark down for a nap, I head for the shower, empty and scared about the future. The hot water does little to abort the pain in my weary heart. As I cry out to God, my tears turn to sobs, “Help me, help me!” Instantaneously, a cloud of warm sparkling light descends, enveloping me in a love so intense I can barely stand, permeating every cell of my body and in this very moment I know how much God loves me. Blubbering, I call Jim, our pastor and we cry together. Secretly, I believe God is going to heal my marriage. He does not. Instead, He heals …show more content…
Her music is for sale in the Narthex and since I only own Christian Christmas music, I buy two cassettes. I pop in a new cassettes after dropping Christy off at MYF. Listening to the music, a song I don’t know comes through the speakers. “The Savior is waiting to enter your heart, why don’t you let him come in…Time after time he has waited before…” With these words my mind floods with a flashback: I see myself putting Mark to bed and saying, “Mark, I love you. Do you know how much I love you?” He answers, “No.” Flashing through over 900 bedtimes the scenario never changes. And then one night I repeat my love for my son. “Mark, I love you. Do you know how much I love you?” and he says,