What's Love Got To Do With It?

**NOTE**

-From Adam

After this blog was written and posted, Dad was unfortunately back in the emergency room with abdominal pain. Apparently, he has some intestinal blockage which is causing his pain. He is now in less pain thanks to medication, but he will be in the hospital while the doctors try to figure out what is happening. Thanks again for your prayers and support.

Friday, July 22, 2011

"What's love got to do with it?"

From Bob

It was a good week! No calls to 911. No hospital visits.

Last Saturday, Patra and I traveled to Gainesville to visit Emily and her family and was able to see her new house. The trip required some planning. Patra “built” a bed with a twin mattress in the back of the minivan so I was able to sleep. It did cause a little concern by the young man who served us at the McDonalds drive thru. He did a double take as he looked back at the pale skinny sick man lying in the back of the van.

Adam and Sharon also drove up to Gainesville so I was able to see both our new grandsons, Riley and Anderson, as well as Avery and Austin.

The other day I was getting ready to put my head phones on so I could listen to my iPod. Before I could get the headphones on, I noticed the song that was playing over the dialysis center radio.

“What’s love got to do with it?” “Love’s a second hand emotion.” I believe this Tina Turner song came out in 1993.

What’s love got to do with it?

EVERYTHING!!!

John 3:16 For God so LOVED the world that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.

Love is the key.

Particularly as I have taught the men’s Bible Study, I have found that they are often reluctant to accept the love of God. I remember sitting with a man several years ago. It was obvious he wanted to make a profession of faith. However, as we talked he told me about some of his service during the Vietnam war. He had served our country well but his service had been violent and he had been involved in situations where he had taken a life.

He knew that LOVE had everything to do with it, but he had a very difficult time accepting that God could love him in light of what he had done.

I pray that he has now seen how God LOVES him.

As I have battled this “nasty little disease” it has been wonderful to know that God LOVES me. I don’t deserve the love God has for me. No matter what happens, no matter how dark the road, God LOVES me. I have been spent too many hours on hospital beds afraid of the next procedure, until I remembered that God loved me. Nothing else really mattered.

God, thank you for loving me. I pray for those who do not yet understand how much you love them. Your love is amazing.

Until next Friday. God willing.

Bob