While chopping sweet mini-peppers last Sunday, I found myself humming snippets from showtunes. Somewhere after "My Fair Lady" and a couple bars from "Rent", Glee covers* starting popping. Whitney Houston rose to the surface (a subconscious streak of diva?).
How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat...something something...how will I knooooooooooow?
And then it hit me right about the time I decided I simply did not possess enough patience to decapitate a single additional pepper: there is no need for insecurity or anxiety with God's love. How could you ever sing this song to Him? How do we know He "really" loves us? He settled the question once and for all:
And this is love: not that we loved Him, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins. 1 John 4:10
*Necessary disclaimer: the show is beyond insipid, but they sure can sing, right? I only watch the covers.
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How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat...something something...how will I knooooooooooow?
And then it hit me right about the time I decided I simply did not possess enough patience to decapitate a single additional pepper: there is no need for insecurity or anxiety with God's love. How could you ever sing this song to Him? How do we know He "really" loves us? He settled the question once and for all:
And this is love: not that we loved Him, but that He loved us and sent His Son to be the atoning sacrifice for our sins. 1 John 4:10
*Necessary disclaimer: the show is beyond insipid, but they sure can sing, right? I only watch the covers.
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