Hands To Hands

He Loves Me! by Cedrick Brown vigorously wrestles with the underlying question within ones heart: Does God really love me? Over the years, I have encountered countless people who do not feel loved by their parents, their spouses, their children, or anyone at all. This unloved feeling, I have also witnessed, possesses the power to cause them to ponder the seemingly never-ending question: Does God love me? Like them, I too have wrestled with this frustrating question, which eventually manifested itself in many tangible ways that those closest to me found themselves engulfed by its fl ames. Maybe the side eff ects of this age-old question have tipped your life scale in the wrong direction, and those around you are feeling its eff ectsunloved by you. Like petals falling from a fl ower, we all grapple on the inside with this unavoidable question: Does God love me? We still pluck each imaginary petal, with each emotional stroke, saying . . . He loves me, He loves me not, He loves me.