“How can a young man keep his way pure?  By keeping it according to Thy Word.”             Psalm 119:9

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

Lara Nichols had moved into the community with her family at the age of eighteen, a pretty redhead Brian immediately found attractive. Come to think of it, who wouldn’t?  Her waist was slender, her legs smooth, shapely, and golden brown.  Her face was as beautifully and carefully sculpted by the Creator as that of a marble statue, and her neck was a gentle column of alabaster elegance.  Her laugh, however, was rather startling.  When she thought something was really funny, she would explode into a big lumberjack laugh, something like, “AHA ha!!”, but her speaking voice was a pleasingly modulated alto and she was by all means a beautiful girl.

All the other boys thought she was mighty attractive too, but Brian was the first one to pay her a visit. It was eight o’clock on a Saturday morning when he dropped by with sweaty palms and knocked on the door to meet the new girl. Her father, a big sunburned man with rough hands and an iron grip shook Brian’s hand and invited him in.  Lara’s mother was a woman who looked to be in her mid-forties who had smiling Irish eyes and thick red hair frosted with strands of gray near her temples.  Brian sat at the kitchen table talking to Lara’s parents while she “put herself together” and prepared to join them.

“Lara’s eighteen now,” her dad told Brian as they waited for her.  “She’s old enough to make her own decisions.  But what Jessie and I want to understand about you, Brian is your concept of how a young man should treat a woman.”

“Well,” Brian took a moment to carefully frame his words, “I’ve never even been out on a date with a girl, Mr. Nichols,” he said carefully.  “I do believe a man should respect and love his wife as Christ loved the church.  Furthermore, he should be willing to place himself in danger to protect her, and he should be willing to make any sacrifice necessary to the point of giving his life for her if necessary.”   Lara’s mother and father exchanged glances across the table and something electric passed between them.

            While Brian had never been on a real date with a girl, he wasn’t afraid of them.  As a matter of fact, he had learned to impersonate the voices of some of his girl-shy friends on the phone and get dates for them with some of the best-looking girls in school, but if he called and used his own voice and name to ask a girl out, she generally told him he was too good a “friend” to go out with.  Brian wasn’t stupid.  He knew that “friend” line was the standard reply a girl would give a nice guy who wasn’t popular or good-looking enough to date.  Brian wondered sometimes if girls made a point of dating their enemies.  The “friend” sort of guy might be able to dodge that bullet if he had a sharp-looking roadster or a late model muscle car.  A set of slotted mags and loud mufflers would help, but Brian drove a plain white Impala with no hubcaps, and even though he kept it washed and waxed, he just didn’t rate as far as most girls were concerned. It didn’t matter to most of them that Brian had taken the county championship Bible drill three years running…  He was never good-looking or popular enough, it seemed, so he got the “too good a friend” excuse most of the time.  After awhile, Brian just stopped asking girls out for himself, figuring it was God’s will that he be alone, at least for the time being.

            But Lara had graduated from high school in another state and Brian had the idea she might be different from the local girls.  When she came walking out of the back room that Saturday morning wearing faded blue jean cutoffs and a crisp plaid blouse with her red hair spilling across those delicate shoulders and her beautiful green eyes locked on his, Brian melted like butter, lost his nerve like a nerd, excused himself, and left.  He would never be able to explain to anybody (including himself) why or how it happened, and he would kick himself later for being so spineless.  It might have had something to do with how his heart pounded at the sight of her.

            Brian’s friend Rusty Devers took a shine to the new girl, and a few weeks later he dumped his own girlfriend and asked her out.  Rusty had been particularly vocal about his frustration with the fact that his previous girlfriend was a devoted Christian and wouldn’t sleep with him and he had the idea he might have better luck with Lara.  She was a Christian too, and a regular church attender, and although Rusty wasn’t a believer, Lara appeared to like him a lot. 

Oddly enough to Brian, it didn’t seem to matter to Lara that Rusty was coarse and uncontrollable when he was drinking, and he had been known to throw his knife at people when he was really drunk and angry.  Rusty’s church attendance was sporadic at best, and when he did attend he spent more time admiring the girls than listening to the sermon.

Lara and Rusty had a rather stormy relationship that lasted three years, and Brian didn’t like to think about whether or not they were sexually involved, but in his better moments he knew Rusty had dumped another girlfriend just as gorgeous as Lara simply because she wouldn’t compromise her purity to satisfy his lust.

Brian moved away to work for a few months in another state.  It was a seasonal job, and eventually he came back to town and went to work at a local business. He had to work weekends, but it was a job.   A few days after he got settled in, Brian happened to be driving by Rusty’s house one Friday afternoon in May and got a glimpse of Rusty in the back yard.  Brian pulled his battered white Impala into Rusty’s driveway for a visit.  Rusty was honing his knife-throwing skills. 

“Lara and I broke up, Brian.”  He threw the knife particularly hard at the target and splinters flew when the gleaming point sank into the wood.  Brian had heard it said that Rusty was more accurate with his throwing knife when he was drunk than when he was sober.  As it was, he was driving the blade into the wood within six inches of the bull’s eye with every throw.  Brian walked to the target and twisted the blade free of the wood. 

“Broke up? Oh yeah?” Brian made a point of looking sympathetic and concerned on the outside but his heart had leaped in his chest at the news.  “How?  When? Why?” He handed the carefully balanced blade back to it’s unhappy owner.

“Well… I went to the beach with Darrell and Larry.   When we got back she broke it off, told me to leave and not come back.  Do you suppose you could go and talk to her for me?  I think she needs a friend.  Nobody else will go see her and she’s alone all the time.  I know I can trust you to do what’s right by her… and me.”  The knife spun through the late afternoon sunlight and thunked heavily into the center of the bulls eye. 

Brian took a deep breath and appeared introspective, like he needed to consider the matter before responding.  The main reason the other guys were staying away from Lara was standing right in front of him.  To begin with, Rusty was tough as nails, had sledgehammer-like fists and was mad-dog dangerous when drunk.  He had never lost a fight of any kind. Secondly, he was twenty pounds heavier and two inches taller than most of the other guys, and they were afraid of what he’d do if they tried to take his place at Lara’s side.  Getting friendly with Lara would be dangerous, but it was a chance Brian was willing to take.

From what Brian knew about their relationship, Rusty had always been prone to make promise after promise to take Lara to college football games or to the beach, or to Atlanta for a good time, then at the last minute he would leave her at home and make the trip with some of the guys, telling her that since none of them were taking their “old lady” along, he certainly wasn’t taking his. He seemed to have little or no respect for her and frequently spoke of their sexual relationship.

 While Brian had grown up with Rusty and Darrell and the others, the boys had taken different paths when they entered their teenage years.  Subsequently Brian had seldom gone on the beach trips or to the football games because he didn’t drink and all of them did.  Furthermore, one-night stands had never been his style, but it was a way of life for Rusty and his group and the beach was a perfect place to engage in that. 

It was tough trying to win people to Jesus on one hand while hanging out with the “wild bunch” at the same time.  Brian usually went to the beach alone and passed out as many gospel tracts as he could.

Right now, as Brian processed Rusty’s dialogue concerning his truncated relationship with Lara, he was itching to jump in his car and drive at twice the speed limit to her house, but he didn’t want Rusty to perceive his eagerness.  It would be precarious enough dealing with Rusty if he could get a relationship going with Lara, and he wasn’t afraid of Rusty per se, but he didn’t want Lara hurt, and Rusty was definitely the type to get physical, particularly when he was drinking.  Brian made a quiet mental resolution to spend as much quality time with Lara as she would allow.   He chose his words and played his hand very carefully…

“Yeah…. yeah, Rusty, I’ll go talk to her.”    Brian was thinking that he was probably having his last civil conversation with Rusty, but some things just couldn’t be helped.  He had loved Lara ever since he first saw her and he felt it might be time to make his move.  He prayed all the way to her house.

Jesus had painted a beautiful sunset of orange and purple majesty in the western sky by the time Brian pulled into the driveway at Lara’s parents’ house.  He carefully left his Impala in gear when he switched off the ignition so the engine wouldn’t try to keep running when he killed it.  Hearing the nearby sound of a straining tractor, Brian turned and looked to the area behind the house to see Lara’s father cultivating his twenty-acre vegetable garden with a bottom plow.  Lara came to the door with a welcome smile at his knock, unlatched the screen and invited him in.

“What happened with Rusty, Lara?”  They were sitting at the same table in her parents’ kitchen and Brian was in the same chair he had occupied three years earlier when she had scared him off with those piercing green eyes and that bouncy red hair.  One thing that hadn’t changed was the way Brian’s heart fluttered at the sight of her.

“Rusty went to the beach with a bunch of the guys a couple of weeks ago.  He had promised to take me, just like always, and like always, he left me here alone while he went down there for the weekend.  Alisa called and said Rusty had spent Saturday night in a motel room with a couple of girls from Georgia. When he got back I confronted him about it and he said that what he does at the beach was none of my d---- ed  business.  So I told him to leave and I haven’t spoken to him since.  He came back later to get his class ring and some of his other stuff that I had over here, and I didn’t say a word or even look him in the eye.” 

“Surely nobody believes that garbage he’s been spreading around about me sleeping with him…”  she trailed off.  Brian wondered why she brought that up and thought it was rather lame, and he knew better, but it didn’t matter. He still loved her.  One thing he had promised God in his prayers as he drove to her house was that he wouldn’t compromise his purity with Lara or any other woman before he was married, and he had also prayed for the spiritual strength to keep that promise. He decided in his heart that he would do his best to honor Lara’s dignity and strive to be her very best friend.  He was good at that, at least from what the other girls told him.  But Brian was gripped by a fierce sadness when he considered the idea that Lara had given the most intimate and private physical part of herself to that drunken jerk Rusty. Brian cleared his mind and his throat for a change of subject.

“So…. how’s nursing school?”

“I hate riding the bus.  We just can’t afford the gas for my car to make the drive over there every day.  And Monday, on the bus, a big ugly bully of a guy sat down next to me and actually put his hand on my leg.”

“I’ll pay for your gas,” the offer almost sounded frantic.  Brian didn’t want anybody else’s hand on her leg again… ever.

“What?”

“I’ll pay for your gas to drive back and forth.  That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?”

“I couldn’t let you do that, Brian.”

“No, really, it won’t be a problem.  I’ll give you ten dollars every Friday for a couple of tanks.  Your Maverick won’t burn more than that will it?”

“Well, ten dollars would just about do it…  But I really don’t think…”

“Okay, it’s settled.”  Brian reached for his wallet.  “Here’s your first ten… no take fifteen.   You’ll never have to ride the bus again if I have anything to say about it.  By the way, do you want to go out to eat or something?  I’m kinda hungry.”  She smiled at him and made his heart thump so hard he was sure she could hear it.  She broke one of her big “AHA ha!!” guffaws and nodded her acceptance. It was all too good to be true.

 

The next few months proved to be interesting, to say the least. Brian’s love and attraction to Lara only grew stronger with time.  Fridays he’d give her the gas money and then take her out to eat.  He was spending himself poor on her, buying her things, feeding her, and he never touched her in any way.  And with every thing he gave her, he loved her more deeply and wanted to give her more. He had heard it preached that love follows action and he had come to realize just how true that was.

Brian wanted God’s plan from the start with this young woman and he was already trying to imagine spending every day with her as her husband providing for her, fixing breakfast for her, raising children with her, waking up next to her every morning… It was practically beyond his ability to comprehend.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Rusty met Brian on the highway one afternoon and motioned for him to pull over.  There was fire in those heavy-lidded brown eyes, and Brian could tell he was half drunk.

“Stay ‘way from Lara, Brian… or…”

“Stay away from Lara… or what?”  Brian interrupted casually.  Rusty’s eyes narrowed and he gunned the engine on his pickup, spinning his wheels as he drove away.  Rusty obviously thought Lara still belonged to him, and the sexual bond he had formed with her didn’t make it any easier to let her go.

Brian spent every moment with her that she would allow.  That part of his plan went just as he had hoped, at least for awhile.  He helped her study for her exams.  He wrote a report for her on a book she was required to read on death and dying.  He wasn’t keeping up with the money he was giving her.  “When it comes to love, you don’t count the cost,” he’d rationalize to himself.  He bought a new stereo and installed it in her car.  He took her to the mall in Centerburg and bought her the nicest clothes he could afford.

One weekend when Brian had spent all his paycheck on her, his ’66 Impala was almost out of gas and they were driving around on her Maverick, Lara noticed that “The Goodbye Girl” was playing at the local drive in theater.

“Let’s go to the drive in!  You haven’t seen “The Goodbye Girl” have you?”

“No,” Brian replied, not really in the mood for a movie, and certainly not a drive in, but he would never disagree with anything Lara wanted to do.   She wheeled down the short drive that led by the box office.

“That’ll be four dollars,” the box office clerk said.  Lara looked expectantly at Brian, but he had no reason to reach for his wallet.

“I’m broke,” Brian said.  Lara’s expectant look melted into a grimace of disdain.

“I thought you were going to pay my way,” she grumbled.  She dug around in her purse and found four dollars of the gas money Brian had given her the day before and handed it to the clerk.  She drove to a dark and secluded corner of the drive in and they watched “The Goodbye Girl” together. No touching, no smooching, no hanky panky.  Just “The Goodbye Girl” The weather started turning stormy about the time the movie was over and Lara didn’t say a word to him all the way home.

It was tense, but he had the distinct feeling their relationship was becoming more strained each time they went out and he had no idea what the problem was, let alone how to fix it. 

He climbed out of her car and dutifully walked her to her door in the pounding rainstorm.  As she fumbled with her key, a big long crackle of lightning flared across the sky and at that moment Brian noticed a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye.   He later remembered it all in cinematic slow motion.  As Lara turned the key in the lock and opened the door, a dark figure moved suddenly in the shadows by the storage shelter and Brian saw the wheeling blade by the light of the electrical storm.  He reflexively did the only thing he could at the moment to keep the knife from plunging into Lara’s back.  Whirling suddenly, Brian raised his left hand and caught the point of the knife in his palm, feeling it slice between the bones and emerge from the back of his hand.  The crash of thunder that followed the lightning virtually rattled the windows and totally eclipsed his yelp of pain.  Lara stepped on into her house and closed the door behind her, having no inkling of what had just transpired behind her.  Brian grimaced, gritting his teeth hard against the red-hot pain that shot up his arm from the damaged nerves and jerked the knife out with his good hand.  For a moment he thought he would black out, but with iron resolve he made his way to the Impala.  The pelting deluge washed his blood off the porch steps and down the driveway.  Brian quickly took off his shirt, tightly wrapping the wet cotton cloth around his hand to staunch the flow of blood all the while grinding his teeth against the increasing pain.  As he was climbing into his car, he heard an engine roar on the other side of the storage room, then the peppering sound of gravel against the building.

The wound made it hard to work, but he managed somehow.  It took a long time to heal, and he would always carry two nasty scars, one in his left palm and another on the back of that hand. 

Brian began to realize that his relationship with Lara was going nowhere fast.   Indeed, it was practically over.  The money he was forking over was helping her, to be sure, but she had come to take it for granted, and he had gone without food on more than one occasion because he had spent everything but his rent money on her.  Now, on top of everything else, he also owed a three hundred dollar emergency room bill. 

Lara never went anywhere with him any more, and it was just as well, since he couldn’t afford to even take her for fast food, let alone a nice dinner.  She had reached the point where she would receive the money he gave her on Friday afternoons, but she wasn’t interested in going anywhere with him.  She was dating other guys now, and she was distantly friendly at church, although rather cool and aloof in her manner, and she never asked about the bandage on his left hand. 

As Brian analyzed the situation, he realized that there had obviously been something she was looking for in their relationship that he wasn’t providing for her, and while they never discussed it, he finally figured it out.  On Thanksgiving day, after Brian ate with his parents, he was, sitting under the big oak tree in the back yard when he suddenly realized why she had wanted to go to the drive in that evening. “How could I have been so dense…” he wondered to himself.  It was just as well, he decided.  If that was what she wanted, he couldn’t give it to her anyway.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

The next day Brian was at work.  He planned to drive out to Lara’s house that afternoon and tell her he couldn’t give her any more money.  He had been used, and he now realized how foolish he had been not to take action sooner. Lara had no use for him any more anyway, and he knew from recent past experience she’d have something else to do that Friday evening, so it wasn’t as if he’d be ruining his chances to spend time with her. Brian’s fantasies about marriage had finally dissolved into a dark muddle of disappointment, and he was under no illusion that his dream of being Lara’s husband would ever come to pass.  Furthermore, she needed to take responsibility for her own transportation expenses for a change, even if she had to take a part time job.

“Fiddle” he thought, “she probably has a date with some other guy she’ll sit close to and who will actually kiss her when he drops her off after the date. That’s what she wanted anyway. She could get her gas money from the guy.” Since he had to work the day after Thanksgiving, Brian figured he’d have plenty of time to get himself ready for the encounter, and he couldn’t imagine how she was going to react to what he would tell her, but it wasn’t likely to be pleasant.

 

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Brian was moving some pallets of chemical from one staging area to another when Cowboy the shift foreman waved his flashlight.  Brian parked his forklift and slid off the operator’s platform.

“Lara is out there to see you, Brian.  Go give your cutie a nice hug and a kiss right quick so you can get back to work.”

“She’s not my….  Never mind.”  Brian had noticed a teasing twinkle in the old foreman’s eye.  The rest of the guys in the warehouse were mighty impressed with Lara, he knew that, and he had always enjoyed their envious looks when she stopped by and he went out to visit her.  If they only knew how hollow his relationship with Lara had become…

The big signal bell rang for 9:30 break while Brian was headed for the Security office and everybody quickly shut their machines down and took off their gloves.

Lara was waiting by the office wearing a borrowed hard hat while the goggle-eyed dispatcher feasted his eyes on her and guys walked by giving her sidelong glances, frankly admiring her face and figure, particularly the way she filled out her jeans.  Brian felt the old pulse-pounding rush again and wondered how he would ever be able to say what he knew he had to say to her.

Lara was as beautiful as ever, and she was wearing her most serene smile when she spotted him, but it only sent a painful dagger through his heart.  As he approached her, Brian’s felt his heart and stomach fill with a deep abiding sadness, knowing she might never smile at him again.  He actually felt physically sick.  His joints from his shoulders to his ankles felt loose and his head hurt a little from the firestorm of emotion he was struggling to subdue. She was wearing the same plaid blouse she had worn the first time he had seen her and it was neatly tucked into a new pair of Lady Wranglers, accentuating her tiny waist.  Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her eyes sparkled like jewels.  The golden friendship ring that had cost Brian two paychecks gleamed on the ring finger of her right hand.

 

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“Rhoda’s in town for the weekend and she and I were planning to ride around some today. I was wondering if you had some money…”

Brian reached for his wallet and pulled out his last five dollars.

“Here’s five bucks. It’s the best I can do.  But I’m not giving you any more gas money.  I’m sorry, Lara.  I’d rather be beat with a bullwhip than tell you that, but it has to be.”  He wanted to follow up with a ‘God bless you’, but somehow he couldn’t form the words.

Lara didn’t take it well.  Her radiant smile vanished and her eyes filled with hot and bitter tears.  She threw the money and the hard hat she was wearing at his feet and ran to her car.  Brian picked up the five dollars, handed the shocked dispatcher the hard hat Lara had discarded, and went back to work.

“So much for that…” he thought.  His head was pounding.

 

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Lara landed a job fifty miles away when she graduated from nursing school, and Brian heard a few months after she moved that she was pregnant and unmarried.  The news hurt him deeply, but there was nothing he could do but pray for her, and she hadn’t spoken to him since the five-dollar incident.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 Five years later Brian was standing under the veranda in front of the Flagship Hotel.  He had come to spend a lonely weekend at the beach and he had passed out a few dozen gospel tracts to beach lovers while walking barefoot on the sand. Back at his hotel room he had taken a shower and now he was planning to attend a gospel singing at the Olde Tyme Opera House downtown.  At that moment, he spotted her and couldn’t believe his eyes.  Lara was sitting at a little booth in the open-air café across the street with a little red haired boy of four.  As he watched her and wondered at the unspeakable gift of seeing her again, she stood up to throw a crumpled napkin in the trash.  He’d know that walk anywhere. She was wearing white slacks and a dark green blouse, sipping her soft drink in a leisurely fashion and talking to her little boy, who had pointed to a large wooden crucifix he saw tied to a long-haired man’s backpack at an adjoining table.   Approaching her table from behind her, he couldn’t help overhearing her words…

“…they nailed Jesus to a cross by His hands and feet, Jason, and He died there to save us from our sins.  He forgave the men who crucified Him and after Nicodemus and Joseph laid Him in a borrowed tomb, He rose again on a Sunday morning and He’s alive today.  Now all of us who believe in Jesus will meet Him one day and live forever as people of His kingdom…”

“Hi, Lara.”  Brian spoke quietly.  She turned her head to see who was behind her and he noticed she wasn’t wearing a wedding band.

“Brian!!  Fancy meeting you here!!   I want you to meet my son Jason.”   Brian knelt gently to Jason’s eye level and looked into clear green eyes as soft and beautiful as Lara’s.

“Hello, Jason.  My name’s Brian.  Can you give me a good firm handshake?”  Jason screwed his little face up with the effort and squeezed as hard as he could.   Brian laughed and remained in a kneeling position.  He patted Jason’s knee with his free hand and smiled up at Lara.  Jason’s tiny finger traced a circle around the scar on the back of Brian’s left hand.  Lara froze in petrified embarrassment at what her son  might say.

“Are you Jesus, Mr. Brian?”

“No, Jason,” he laughed, “I’m just an ordinary man who loves Jesus with all my heart.”

“Then how did you get this Jesus scar?”  Brian felt his neck and ears turn red.

“Jason!!!  Don’t ever ask anybody a question like that!!”

“But Mommy, I want to know…”

“THAT’S ENOUGH, YOUNG MAN!!”  She spoke sharply and Jason’s chin began to quiver slightly. Brian swept the little boy into his arms and sat down in the chair Jason had occupied.

“It’s okay, Lara.” Brian winked at her gently.  “It won’t hurt to tell him the truth.”   Lara gave Jason a long reproving look and fell silent.

“Once upon a time, a long time ago, I met a very pretty lady.  I loved her from the moment I saw her, but she didn’t know I loved her and she found another boyfriend.  He was really mean to her and she told him to leave her alone.   I wanted to be her best friend and I wanted to marry her one day, and so I started spending a lot of time with her and I did every thing I could to show her how much I loved her.  But her old boyfriend was very angry with her and he tried to hurt her by throwing a sharp knife at her while her back was turned.  I caught the knife and it left this scar in my hand.   That’s it.”

“That’s a good story, Mr. Brian.  Did you marry her?”

“No, Jason, I’m afraid not.  I never married anybody because I’ve never stopped loving that pretty lady.”

            Lara’s face was very pale.  She ever so gently reached for his left hand and turned it over, first looking at the scar in his palm and then looking at its counterpart on the back of his hand.  She bowed her head for a moment and her hair fell forward, hiding her face from Brian’s gaze.  For a moment he couldn’t see her eyes, but then he saw big tears falling to the glass surface of the table.

            “Did anybody else know?”  She choked the words out in a hoarse whisper.

            “Only Rusty.  I returned his knife to him the next day and told him I’d press charges against him if he ever came near you again.”

            “Why didn’t you tell me?”

            “To what end? So you’d think I was a hero?  I didn’t figure it’d make any difference.   I knew at the time that you’d never marry me.”  She raised her eyes to meet his.

            “Just ask me, Brian.   Right now.  Please  ask me…”

 

 

     

 

I wrote this allegory to illustrate how as Christians we continually receive the good things Jesus gives us and how He suffers when we don't love Him in return.  He made the ultimate sacrifice to save us, and yet we scarcely give Him a thought when making our decisions.  We're always looking for things we don't really need and we leave Jesus out of the equation, ignoring His love, His pain, and His sacrifice and we often do so to our own hurt.  We still want everything He gives us, but we aren't willing to give Him anything at all.  In some cases, we walk completely away from Him, yet He continues to love and provide for us with His amazing grace.  We can't rid ourselves of His Spirit; Hebrews 13:5 tells us that. What we frequently do, however, is go our own way and  set our own agenda, leaving His protective embrace and virtually always piercing our souls with many pangs.  But like the prodigal father in Jesus' Luke 15 parable, and a little like the Brian/Lara situation, He's always patiently waiting to take us back when we finally realize just how much He loves us and how much He sacrificed to save us. He won't remove the consequences of our mistakes, but He can build a wonderful life for us on whatever we bring back to Him if we'll just trust Him, obey Him, and love Him with all our hearts. 

 

 

R.W.M