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Why I Love Jesus

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My sister called me out on Facebook to participate in the "Why I Love Jesus" challenge. I love Jesus because he first loved me. I love Jesus because he allowed me to see another day. He kept the blood running through my veins. He allowed my heart to continue beating. He allows me and my family to reach our destinations during the day and return home safely.

I was 6 or 7 years old when I was introduce to him. I was fascinated with him until my grandmother died. I was angry with him because he took the one person who I felt loved me the most who I loved the most away from me. As a child I questioned him. Why did so many leave me, walk out on me and turn their backs on me? Why did you take my grandmother away? I couldn't understand why and he did not provide me an answer. As a result, I turned my back on him.

For years I strayed away. Stopped going to church and reading the bible. Nonetheless, God kept me covered and wrapped his arms around me. There were times I felt alone, not realizing he was there all the time. I love him for never leaving or forsaking me. I have made some bad choices as a young adult. Some that I have not forgiven myself for, but he is a forgiving God. I love him because he never judged me when others judged me.

Growing up I could have been lost. I was on the road to destruction, but God is so good. He placed the right person in my life at the right time. I am forever grateful. God also gave me the greatest gifts ever, my daughter's. They are my blessings. Once I had my first child I decided to rekindle my relationship with God.

I am a single mom and there are day's when I want to throw in the towel. There are days when I have no idea how I manage to give them all they need as well as what they want. They are healthy, they dont give me to much trouble and they do well in school.at the end of the day I know it's nobody but Jesus.  Won't he do it. The enemy tried to attack my future, my household and my health, but I know a man who can fix all things. He fights my battles. So when I feel like giving up,  I remember why I held on for so long.

I thank him in advance for what he will do next in my life and my girls life. I thank him for what he has planned for my life and girls life.

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