Post by Susan Peabody on Sept 11, 2017 15:28:57 GMT -8
In early recovery I came to realize that romantic love songs triggered my love addiction. They made me sad and melancholyl. So I got the bright idea that I would sing these songs to God and call them "my love songs to God." I had to laugh at myself when one day someone pointed out to me that love songs to God were hymns and not something new.
What is your favorite love song? Sing it to God is gratitude for your recovery.
In the Garden
I Come To The Garden Alone Hymn I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear falling on my ear The Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me, and He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own; And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known.
He speaks, and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing.
I’d stay in the garden with Him Though the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling.
Post by Susan Peabody on Sept 11, 2017 15:32:35 GMT -8
I wrote this in early recovery when I had given up on men and wanted to only be with God. Then I met Frank.
The Awaited Suitor
My heart pines away; I sing the blues. I ask now and then: Where are you? Are you real? Are you there for me? When will I see you? When shall it be? I face the horizon; I take God’s hand. In great expectation, I look over the land. Nothing happens; oh woe is me. What shall I do? When will it be? With tears in my eyes, I look up and smile. God cups my face, and after awhile He softly speaks, and breaks the news: "I am the one who was chosen for you." "Can you love me, year after year, As you would have loved him if he had appeared?" My face grew pale, and my body shook. I took his hand, too frightened to look. Then I agreed to give it a try. My suitor was here; he had finally arrived.