Have you ever received a gift that was just so perfect you about doubled over in disbelief? Everything about it screamed attention to the intricate details of you: what you like, what you had said, your quirky sense of humor or a taste/texture that delights you?
Do you remember how you felt in that moment? When the words were read or the gift was opened or the person came bounding in the door? Known, I would venture to guess you felt known. And in that knowledge, loved.
I have been working to take note of all the ways the Lord expresses His love for me. I am finding it is a conglomeration of funny observations – but then I am a funny daughter.
The other night we made dinner while listening to praise music that had a salsa flare. That night my Lord proclaimed His love for me in good food, fellowship and some fabulous new dance moves!
Four mornings ago I woke up in time to see the sun rise on our frozen home. The sky was blue and purple and momentarily pink. Four mornings ago my Lord proclaimed His love for me in a picture.
Crossing the snowy field where we each worked to strategically position ourselves in what was left of the afternoons fading sun; we saw them coming. Quietly I braced myself. Would I, could I, love boldly? Time evaporated and they were there. The first lept into Amaris arms right in front of me. With her arms preoccupied the next bypassed her and came to me. Smiling, she took my hand. Then her smaller counterpart appeared. The younger of the two, her shorter stride had delayed her some but not much. I figured she'd pass me and go on to Sara who was next in our frozen Racer line. I was wrong.
Latching, not taking, but latching on to my hand a bond was made that would carry us through the remaining fleeting day.
Louisa entered my life.
Louisa with her penetratingly beautiful icy blue eyes. The Lord knew my apprehensions regarding returning to this land called Romania and on day one He pierced each argument through the look and touch of a gypsy girl.
Everything in my frozen body melted and I was filled with an adoration for this little bundle of joy that was entirely His.
We love because He first love us.
I do not know on this commercial day of love if you feel loved but you are. And it is my prayer that you do not just feel love but you experience being a conduit of love.
Thank you Lord for proclaiming your love for me by pouring your love through me. It is a rush I hope to become accustom to.
