His Banner Over Us Is LOVE

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His Banner Over Us Is LOVE

Great ballad 2:4 in the King James version reads: "He brought me to
the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love. "In
Sound another translation, "You led me to your room and Banquet
showered me with love. "In The Message version bunyinya:" He took me
home with him for a festive meal, but his eyes feasted on me! "In
Sound English translation: "I was brought home to
parties, and upon panjinya is in love. "

Word is so romantic and beautiful. Not only describes the
relationship with the Solomon kekasihnya, but also describes the relationship
With our heavenly Father. God wrap us with love. He
hose us with love. God look at us with full of love
and love, he seems to enjoy our party (see the translation
The Message version). Splash of water when we receive His love, we
feel safe, feel peaceful, feel full, feel comfortable, feel
joy, and others. He was very proud of us.

The story below is taken from one of the story of "Chicken Soup" which
describes the love of a father of a child women
fear. In love there is no fear. A father that both
will wrap gadisnya children with love and dispel all
fear. In any circumstances, let us remember, His banner over
me is love! That's enough for us.

Little girl's father

"What this case tells the mother to the father?"

That is the worst I ever experienced. At the age of
seventeen, I have to tell me that the mother before pregnancy
wedding. More weight again, I have to tell the same
to the father. My father has always been to provide personal courage
and strength for me in this life. He always looked
full of pride with me, and I have been trying to be the life of
I always boast he. Only up to at this time. Now all
mess. I will not become a little girl my father again. He does not
I will never look the same way again. I
breath and exhale lean heavily on the shoulders of the mother to
get comfortable.

"I must bring you to a place, while I speak
with the father. Understanding why? "

"Yes, Bu." Because my father could not be more proud and look
little girl, that's why. I went to church that night and
meet with the Priest, which I feel safe at the time
that. He strengthen and reassure me, while mothers go home
and call my father in the office to deliver bad news of pregnancy
me.

Seems like a dream. At that time I feel comfortable with
Priest who do not blame me. We pray and talk, and
I accept and understand the way I have to face. So
I see the light kilatan car window in the church.

Mother has returned home from picking me up to go home, and I
know my father is with him in the car. I am so afraid. I ran to the
living room and go to the bathroom, close and lock it from the
deep. Priest chase me and reprimand me.

"Michelle, you do not apply here. You have to find your father
sooner or later. He will not go home if not with you.
Come! "

"Okay, but the pack I Priest accompany ya? I fear?"

"Of course, Michele. Of course!" I opened the door and slowly
follow the Priest return to the middle of the church manse. Father and
mother still has not entered the room. I imagine they are still sitting
in the car outside, gave the opportunity for fathers to prepare
self what he should say or do. Mother knows how
I fear. Not afraid screaming or angry father. I do not
never fear to the father. I takutkan is grief
in the eyes. I feel guilty because when I was in
difficulty, I did not ask for support to come. I know that I
no longer a little girl's father give.

I heard the tramp of feet road to the church door. Lips
I began to tremble, airmata I will start in the eyelid, and
I lurk behind the Priest. Mother's first entrance, and turn
to me with a slight smile. Mother's eyes look swollen because
tears , and I'm grateful I do not see my mother crying in the
front of me. Then came the father. He does not greet Priest,
rushing directly to me, embrace me, embrace me in
chest and said, "I love you. pity you , I
pity you. I love the baby in womb you also. "

He did not cry. No, not that type of father. But I
feel the body vibrate father. I know, requires control of the father
themselves so that the large non weeping himself, and I am proud
on , and grateful to him also. When he encouraged
I looked and I, appear in the eyes of love and pride.
Even at the time of difficult problems.

"I regret, father! My father loved."

"Father knows. Let's go home." And return to our home. All
my fear disappeared. There will still be suffering and that of trial
I can not even imagine. But I have a family
strong and loving as I know there will always be there for
me. More than anything, I was still little girl's father.
With the awareness that there is no mountain high is not
I will be mounting and there is no storm that I can not skip,
with them. Thank you, Father! (Acts of Michelle Campbell
was published in Chicken Soup 1999)

That is one experience with someone who disiram love. He
dicinta, he disayang, covered it with love. People like this
can say, "His banner over me is love!"





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