How He Loves

We are his portion

And he is our prize

Drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes

If grace is an ocean we're all sinking (8)

Today I just want to write. I don't know what but I just wanna do it.
Since yesterday I'm feeling this so deep, so strongly inside me but I really don't know what. I don't know if it's about God's love, about his mercy, about thanking him, about my failures, about my life, about my relashionship with him.
And this will started on Wednesday when I was coming home from the bakery and a womam stopped me and asked if I had anything to help her(money, food, anything.) SIMPLE THING! I had some coins, I just bought a candy and a liter of milk and I simply said her: "Sorry, I don't have. I just bought this." At this time, the rest of the time until I get home I was thinking how SELFISH I was. How could I do that? I'm not better than her. At that time, even without giving her any material thing, I could at least said that God's loves her. And I arrived home thinking about this over and over again and I'm not in peace with my self. She has a beautiful daughter that will need God. And I felt really bad with myself and, right know I heard the song How He Loves from John Mark McMillan and my will to right was so deep, and I couldn't let this pass again.
This past few weeks was not easy for me. I was down and said because I've started a new life this year, like going to college and God knows how I was. I was so bad because I'm different than everybody in that class and I couldn't talk with anyone because I felt like no one there would accept me from being different, from being Christian, from being quiet, very quiet. And when I thought that was getting better all just fall apart and I got bad again. And when I started to cry out to my Dad, to God, to JESUS, all went well. He gave me HIS love. He demonstrated his love again, one more time. And I don't need Men's approvement because I've God's approvement. And night and day I could feel God's love at college, at home, at bus, everywhere.

I don't have time to maintain these regrets

When I think about the way

He loves us (8)