Hello ,
There is a strange power in the consciousness of being loved.
It is said that one of the most distinguished statesmen of the times of the American Revolution was once a hopeless drunkard. He had been engaged to a beautiful girl, but his indulgence had compelled her to break the engagement and sever herself from his influence, which was dragging her down.
She had not ceased to love him, or to pray for him. One day she was passing along a suburban road. She saw him lying intoxicated by the sidewalk, his face exposed to the broiling, blistering sun, and swollen with drink and exposure.
Her tender heart was moved, and, as she passed by, she took her handkerchief and gently spread it over his stupid, sleeping face. An hour or two later he awoke and saw the handkerchief and her name upon the corner of it.
He sprang to his feet, and a glad thrill of hope and courage came to his heart. "She loves me still," he said, "all is not yet lost. For her sake, I will redeem my life."
And he did...Oh, how much more power there is in the love of Christ to save lost men from despair, if they can only believe that He loves them!
Have a great day and God bless!
