I
have many dreams... Dreams of being a godly wife and mother, a
co-laborer in the Gospel field. Dreams of living in a rugged land protecting and nurturing children from the horrors of stolen innocence.
Dreams that have yet to be fulfilled.
Yet
last Friday night, as I slept fitfully on my hospital bed desperately
gasping for a painless breath, none of my dreams came to mind. Instead,
one thought surfaced repeatedly. One regret came without relief...
I wish I had loved Jesus more.
How
shallow has been my love when compared to the depths of His grace! How
painfully small have been my efforts to ease His daily pain. How great
is the multitude within my reach - too often unnoticed by my sadly callused
eyes.
But today as I breathe deeply, taking in the beauty of a fresh new week, my only regret has become my greatest dream...
With every breath, with every thought, I'm seeking and growing to love my Jesus more.
That
Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted
and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what
is the width and length and depth and height— to know the love of
Christ which passes knowledge; that you may be filled with all the
fullness of God. Ephesians 3:17-19
