A Love Story

A Love Story

My life is a love story. I was loved by two parents who were not perfect but whose love was constant. I am loved by a ravishing godly woman who has my heart and who must have seen something I certainly didn’t to have said “yes” to the second most important question I ever asked (the first is when I ask anyone “Do you believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God?”). I am loved by two sons who know my flaws and how hard I can be but love me anyway. I am loved by 5 crazy Littles who call me Paw-Paw and whose smiles are better than medicine. I was loved by 7 congregations where I had been a member and preacher and made more mistakes than they all have combined fingers (Woodlawn, Kossuth, Eva, Hamilton Crossroads, Hamilton, Granny White, Spring Meadows). I was loved by college professors and staff who gave me degrees that I did not really deserve. I am loved by friends and friends and friends and friends. I was loved by God’s people in many places who know little about me but have been gracious in opportunities. Most of all I am loved by Jesus enough that He shed His blood for me, a sinner, and by God who gave Himself and His grace into a life that was not worthy, and by the Spirit of God who lives in me in a way I don’t understand and certainly don’t deserve. I was loved by all of the humans above, not because I am special but because the love of God. My life is a love story. I loved a little and it came back to me in multiples.