the Father has lavished on us
that we should be called his sons and daughters
precious in His sight
it is 7:00 am on a fresh Monday morning, and I am thinking that
there have been so many times where i’ve said “God, show me that You love me. give me love” (in some form or other)
and i think that what God was saying all along was “YOU give.
you give, and i will show you what love is. what it means when i promise that my mercies are new every morning, that i love you and call you by name.”
and i’m not here to lead myself into some Starving Baker quandary where i feed others endlessly as i waste away!! i think that we should and must look after and set aside time for and even occasionally treat ourselves (TREAT YOSELF!!)
but rather, i am so often so convinced that i don’t have it in me that i have to pray “God, give me a heart for others”, and nothing happens, and i am ??_??
and I DON’T KNOW WHY God doesn’t just do a divine tilt and tip some pounds (or a note even?) into the cup of a man who hasn’t eaten for days, or extend a Divine Nudge of Aid to the lady who is wrestling with a snarling slipping sliding set of luggage
but i do know that these days, when i do give, God stops me in my tracks and goes
Hey, i really really love this person. Yeah?
and i’m like
“i have seen love, and that is enough”