Is HE Worth It?

If I'm not sure of anything, I'm sure that the No. 1 man in my life deserves more than what I can give him. He is soooo good to me. Matter of fact, he is better to me than I am to myself.

He is never too busy. And I feel really special knowing that he is a part of my life. Sometimes when I'm engrossed in whatever I'm doing, I think of him and smile on the inside and out. I love him soooo much, or should I say he loves me sooooo much I can feel his presence. I feel secure knowing that he is in my life.

What would I do without my relationship with Christ?

On this Easter Sunday, I find myself thinking about how the Lord has brought me a mighty long way. Ummm, yea, you can call me Pastor Dee.

On this path, HE has given me things I had NEVER known. I've never experienced the peace, happiness and joy that the Lord has recently blessed me with. I thought there were other things in my life that made me happy, but-er-uhh I was wrong. The joy he has filled me with has nothing to do with money, cause ummm, it is a recession.

But more than joy and happiness, Jesus has given me a peace that I didn't realize could be mine.

You've likely heard of an unspeakable joy and I have that, but this is an unspeakable, indescribable peace.

Whew! I LOVE him.

I've done many things in the name of LOVE.

I've gone all out to show my LOVE. Dinner. Candles. And all that! I've found more patience than I thought I had. I've dug deeper than deep for understanding and I've honkered down and fought many battles...all in the name of LOVE.

But why don't I kneel in prayer to a man whose love is 100 percent ALL the time.

For me, kneeling to pray is one of the highlights of worshipping on Sunday morning.

My grandmother who lived to be 100 years old used to get on her knees and when she couldn't get on her knees she would put her knees on the bed and stretch out for prayer. It was sorta a stretched out kneeling position.

This morning, I saw my dad get on his knees to pray before he went church. Yep, I said before!

I rarely get on my knees to pray at home and I pray at home. I pray a lot. I pray while walking, driving, exercising, working, cooking and bathing. I pray.

But why don't I get on my knees when I'm at home to pay honor to a man that I LOVE? Why don't I get on my knees to be humble before the man who has given me three of his most precious gifts -- HAPPINESS, JOY, and PEACE?