I am dry.
I have many Bibles.
I have many good intentions.
But I am dry.
My soul hungers and thirsts for Him.
Yet, HE loves me. Even in my bedraggled state of spiritual starvation, He loves me.
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me.
So, if I am living on my own power, I am one of the walking dead. And it stinks like the rotting flesh of a zombie.
Yet, He loves me. He calls me back into sweet communion with the Lord of Life. He poured out Himself for me. HE loves me.
With excitement, I look forward to sitting at His feet. To engage in sweet communion with the Way, Truth, and the Life. To feed on the Word of God. His body broken for me. His blood shed for me.
HE loves me.