God’s Love

I am not easily moved to tears but there have been occasions when that has happened – almost inexplicably.

It was the morning of the day I was due to leave Manila to go back to UK. My purpose was to find a house for our family. It was in April 1991.

The evening before we had sat down together as a family of six to review our list of features that a new home had to have – 4 bedrooms at least, a fireplace, detached, quiet neighbourhood, etc.  I was feeling the pressure…

In the morning it was my habit after seeing the children on the school bus at 6am to get some exercise around the compound where we lived. Heavy on my heart was the need to find the right house…

I reflected on the way that God had led us in the past – right up to that point in time. Suddenly I was completely overwhelmed by a sense of God’s love for me. The words of the old song came to mind:

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry.
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky. 
(Frederick Lehman – 1917)

For me it was a defining moment. The weight of my mission seemed to be lifted as streams of tears flowed down my face. I rushed home to tell Hennie. It had been a special touch – and a sure indication that God was in this and would accompany on the long trip home. On top of that I was assured that God would help us find the home of his choosing. All was in good hands.