Do you know?

Do you know
How I love you so?
Do you know
How i love you so?

Jesus loved me so...

he gave his life for me.


I could come up with eloquent words and beautiful poems to describe the love that comes out of realizing that, but it would never begin to describe it.

You just begin to love Jesus with such an AMAZING, new kind of love.

And you can't force it. It isn't something that you say "Jesus died for me." The words and the realization INSIDE of you are two completely different things. You can know all the facts. you can read the story in the bible.. heck, you could even memorize it. But for it to really set into your heart and mind, that's a completely different thing.

Do you know?
How I love you so?

Do we really know how much Jesus loves us? How much he loves each and every one of us, individually? That he loves us SO much that he really would have died just for one of us? Wow. what can you say to that?
"How high and how wide, how deep and how long is the love of Christ..."

How high is it? Can we even begin to fathom it? I can't. I've gotten a glimpse... but even that is nothing to what He REALLY went through. what happened to him.....
i can't even begin...
where? where do you begin? where do you begin to even think about it... to take it into your brain? He DIED. he was CRUCIFIED. Not just stood before the firing squad. they MOCKED him, and WHIPPED him until almost nothing was left. they shoved a crown of thorns INTO his head, and then they put a beam of wood on His back and made Him walk through Jerusalem and up a mountain. There, they put Him on a cross. They NAILED his hands into the beams of the wood. It would have severed arteries and vains... torn muscle..
then his feet. one big nail. and then he had to STAND on them.

i'm not saying this for 'shock factor'. i think a lot, we minimize what Jesus really went through. the HORRIFIC details of it.

man. he did it for me. it was MY sins that nailed his feet to the beams. every time i have been mean, or thought something out of anger, or yelled at my parents, or anything like that... it was those things nailing Jesus to the cross. Just so I could be with Him.

It's amazing.

and all the time, what was going through his head?
i think, rather than complaining or having a pity party or being angry, he was thinking something.. like this:

Do you know
how I love you so?
Do you know
how I love you so?

Acts 2:17

"In the last days, God says,
I will pour out my spirit on all people.
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your young men will see visions,
your old men will dream dreams.
Even on my servants, both men and women,
I will pour out my Spirit in those days,
and they will prophesy.
I will show wonders in the heaven above
and signs on the earth below,
blood and fire and billows of smoke.
The sun will be durned to darkness
and the moon to blood
before the coming of the great and
glorious day of the Lord;
And everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved."

Introduction, Faith, and Passion

Well I decided that since I write SO much on my myspace, and people probably dont want to read all that all the time, I decided to get a bonified BLOG spot so that I can write my thoughts and musings here, instead of taking up myspace with it all. Then those who really care can come over here and sort of dive into my mind...

well because of that, I'm not doing some sort of 'meet natalie' thing, because who will be reading this who doesnt know me?

So we can just talk about life or something...

I've been reading Acts recently, and i was thinking...
passion for christ

that's something lacking today. we dont have it. its a fleeting thing - that passion. acts talks about times when the believers put their hands on the sick and they were healed; the blind saw; the lame walked; and when they prayed, the ground shook.

why does this not happen anymore? is it because God doesnt DO that sort of thing anymore? or is it because we've lost the faith and the passion?

THINK ABOUT IT