First Love

“Valentine’s Day is almost here, so here’s a “Post from the Past” just for you!”

I met the man who was to become my husband when I was nineteen years old. At first no one took me seriously, because I had never been serious about anyone before. My closest friends teased me and joked that  this new relationship would probably only last for about two weeks and then it would be over, because that’s how it had been for me up until then. But this time was different.

My friends soon became aware of the difference in me as I lit up whenever I talked about him, and talked about him constantly. I began spending less and less time with them, and wanted to spend more and more time with him. When we left campus, for our hometowns in different cities during holiday breaks , I would miss him terribly and  couldn’t wait to be with him again. While at home on break, I would curl up in bed with my  mother, like two girls at a slumber party, and tell her all about him, talking all night long…

In Revelation 2:4-5,  Jesus says to the church at Ephesus, “

... You have left your first love…repent and do the first works…” 

I think about the first works or actions of a person experiencing a first love, and I ask myself,

“Am I still doing the first works?” Do I still light up whenever I talk about my Savior? Do I still  speak of Him constantly? Am I spending more time with Him than I do with less important activities? If I haven’t read my Bible in a while, do I miss it? Could I stay up all night, talking and sharing about His love and His faithfulness? Asking these questions stirs the heart, generates enthusiasm, and awakens a fresh start.

“May the Lord reignite the spark that fueled our first works, and may we continue

to rekindle our love for Him Who first loved us.”♥

 

First Love

Valentine’s Day is almost here, so here’s a sweet throwback post, just for you.♥ 

I met the man who was to become my husband when I was nineteen years old. At first no one took me seriously, because I had never been serious about anyone before. My closest friends teased me and joked that  this new relationship would probably only last for about two weeks and then it would be over, because that’s how it had been for me up until then… But this time was different.

My friends soon became aware of the difference in me, as I lit up whenever I talked about him, and talked about him constantly. I began spending less and less time with them, and wanted to spend more and more time with him. When we left campus,for our hometowns in different cities during holiday breaks , I would miss him terribly and  couldn’t wait to be with him again. While at home on break, I would curl up in bed with my  mom each night and, like two girls at a slumber party, I’d tell her all about him, talking non-stop, all night long…

In Revelation 2:4-5,  Jesus says to the church at Ephesus, “... you have left your first love…repent and do the first works…”  I think about the first works or actions of a person experiencing a first love, and I ask myself, “Am I still doing the first works?” Do I still light up whenever I talk about my Savior? Do I still  speak of Him constantly? Am I spending more time with Him than I do with less important activities? If I haven’t read my bible in a while, do I miss it? Could I stay up all night, talking and sharing about His love and His faithfulness? Asking these questions stirs the heart, renews enthusiasm, and awakens a fresh start.

“May the Lord reignite the spark that fueled our first works, and may we continue to rekindle our first love for Him, Who first loved us.”

Amen. ♥

Throwback Thursday- Leftovers

This is the first in a series of reblogs that I call, “Throwback Thursdays.” It’s a previous post from my blog, and I’ll be sharing one each Thursday. “Leftovers”  is one of my very first posts, published  around New Years Day, of this year. I hope that you will be encouraged!

– Faith :)

FaithRises

Last night, while putting away the last of the chicken wings that had not been devoured by my  food-lovin’ family, I thought about  how some habits or problems can be  like leftovers following us into the new year. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind leftovers,  especially like pizza for breakfast, but what about leftover issues, feelings, and disappointments, from last year, that are still  hanging around, and keeping us down? You know what happens to leftovers in the fridge when they’ve been around too long. They start to stink, and not look so good, and most of all they aren’t any good to you anymore. Bad habits, deep-seated hurts, and other problems can be just like that.

Sometimes we carry leftovers over from year to year, and sometimes they can add up for a lifetime. Imagine a lifetime of leftovers just sittin’ around in your fridge! Yuck!  But let’s be honest, sometimes that’s how it is…

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