My Redeemer Lives

This semester in school I am in a class where students ask questions that can not always be answered. Questions like, "Why was I placed in America instead of a country where thousands die each day from hunger?" Or "Why does Jesus promise to take care of His followers... He says He cares more for us than the lilies which He clothes so beautifully...but there are hungry children who believe in Him?" Why God? Why do people suffer? Why do you seem to care for me so much more??? Why is the question my soul asks... I don't understand Jesus... I know you love your children more than I could ever know....And then...when my soul can not stand the thought of bearing the pain of the world any longer.... I hear the words within my soul, "MY REDEEMER LIVES!" And then I know... I remember the love of my life that has died for me. The one and only beautiful lover of my soul. The one who died for the mistakes and sins of this fallen world. I remember that there is hope. Hope in the one that nature shows is real...hope in the one that makes smiles and laughter... hope in the one that gives us freedom and comfort and love and hope for all time!! My Redeemer Lives!! There is no hope for a fallen world.... only the hope of Jesus Christ. The one who was born to die. The one who lives to work in me and through me! My Redeemer Lives! I know He is there. I know Jesus is crying with me. That the first bite of the apple was the window to all the suffering of the world. The suffering from the sin that my Jesus has died for. So when my heart cries for the suffering I can have God built compassion and most importantly a hope.

The Journey to His heart

Tonight I heard a girl speak about the journey of finding Jesus. The journey of knowing her Lord better each day. I couldn't help but notice the light her eyes. The light of someone who was in love with her prince. She wasn't afraid to admit it. The journey of knowing Jesus better is the journey to His heart. The road of learning to let your Savior walk for you and to understand Him better in doing so.
When I think of my Savior's heart I cannot help but have tears in my eyes. I feel that I love Him so much, but I haven't even begun to know Him like He longs for me to. It hurts to think of how beautiful He is. When I look back on my life I know He is beautiful. I know He is there. I know He knows the deepest part of my soul.

But sometimes... there are times when I call out to Jesus and I can't hear Him as well as I want to. I know He is there. He is on my mind, and I can't help but think of Him when I see a little girl sitting on her daddy's lap. At times I miss Him when I know He is still there. And then I hear...

Keep Seeking, Keep Knocking, Keep asking...

So I do. I will keep seeking, knocking, and asking until the moment I see His face in heaven. I will seek His characteristics, I will knock to open His power, I will ask for His strength daily. I know that just because I can't hear the beating of His heart that it doesn't I am not on my way to knowing Him more. He is carrying me to that place. I love my Lord and nothing can take me from Him.