what makes you so happy?
the question caught me off guard.
we were visiting the nursing home.
it was my turn to share…
i told them about when i was sitting with the father.
i sat and he whispered:
i love you
i love you
i love you.
show me, daddy.
show me.
a picture.
jesus, the sacrifice.
jesus.
jesus is how much he loves me.
so i told them.
he loves you that much too.
ask him.
ask him to show you.
and now:
what makes you so happy?
jesus, i reply.
but why?
what does that mean?
a father that loves us, a son who died for us
for us to have life and life abundantly
that makes me happy
was my answer.
still:
what does that mean, she asks.
she doesn’t understand.
she doesn’t know the love of one so great.
she doesn’t know love.
maybe one day…
maybe one day, she says.
jesus always says today.
today, come and be free.
why do we think…
it’s not for us.
that today is not our day?
today…
i can plant a seed.
i can water a seed.
i can ready for the harvest.
today.
