How much do you love me?
When Wesley was a little boy we were standing in the front yard, I had my camera shooting pictures of him just playing and I asked him, “How much do you love me?” he immediatly stretched his arms wide until his little chest was pushing forward and said, “this much!”
It’s hard in times like this to not to want to ask God, “do you really love me?” I haven’t and I never will! Let me tell you why.
God gave Sherelene and I three wonderful children and we got to keep Wes for 45 years. I will always treasure every second of that time. I’m thankful we did not loose him sooner.
God loved me and you so much He sent his “only” son to suffer and die so that we could be forgiven of our sins and have eternal life. When I think how much I’ve suffered knowing Wes is gone from here, I can’t even imagine sacrificing Him for anyone else. What an incredible, impossible sacrifice He made for us. Yet HE did.
I still have Scott and Diane, Hannah and Ben, Rhonda and Elijah and Abigail, Catherine and Clint, Cassidy, and Cade in my life and I treasue every one of them.
God allowed me to marry the most beauftiful and loving women in the world and through it all she is still here almost 50 years later. I’ve spent the last fifty years trying to figure out how on earth I pulled that off!
Lastly for the last day I’ve heard and read written words of sympathy and love for Wes and his family, Sherelene and I over and over, hundreds of times. No greater thing than real, true freinds can any man ever possess.
I sit here in my office this morning wondering how on earth could anyone be so blessed as I am. Then God spoke strongly to me in my spirit and said, “Because this is how much I love you.”
I am cradled in the arms of God,
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