Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Love


As a young person my Dad started doing something that has stuck in my mind to this day.
He started telling us he loved us. Not so strange huh?
The thing was that he would tell us that we did not have to say it back. It was not that he did not want to hear that we loved him, but he wanted to give us a gift. A gift that was freely given. And he did not want us to feel like we owed him an -I love you too--in return.

For some reason this has come to my mind quite often lately.
This morning as that came to my mind again-- I thought of God. His love for us is so great.
He promises us that He will love us and never stop loving us.
He can't stop. Because He is love by His very nature.
Everything He does is from a heart of love.

So when I look out my back door and see the sun shinning through the trees,
it is because of love.
Love that is given freely without a demand for me to love Him in return.
A gift freely given without expectation.
Does He need my love?
No.
He is not a needy God. He was perfect and complete without any of us.
Does He long for my love?
Yes, my heart tells me He does. He yearns for my gift of love freely given.
For me to take my gift of praise and love and lay them at His feet.

I picture a little girl with a box brightly wrapped. She is dressed in her Sunday best, little patent leather shoes shinning. She has the silliest grin on her face and the glow in her eyes is from the overflow of the excitement in her heart. Her little shoes can't help but make a tapping noise on the polished marble floors of the throne room. She is trying not to run because she has been taught better. But in the end she can not stop her little feet-they have a mind of their own.
Running through the crowd gathered she darts in and out of those standing around.Before the great steps leading up to the throne she stops just for a second to catch the eyes of the King sitting on the throne. Her love for Him takes her breath away. He is glorious!
Racing up the stairs she stops just short of jumping right into His lap. She gently lays her box at His feet.
Stepping back she looks eagerly into His face and waits.
Little hands are clasped tightly behind her back as she rocks excitedly back and forth on feet that can not seem to be still.
Bending low the King bends to retrieve the gift.
She waits with bated breath as He opens the box.
From out of the box He withdraws a colorful note.
It says,
I love you!
With tears in His eyes He lowers the box and opens His arms to welcome her embrace.
And in her ears she hears what her heart longs to hear--
"Thank you my child, this is what I have always wanted".

15 comments:

Edge of Design said...

What a precious post today my friend. There is a huge lesson tucked away in your writing today. Thank you very much!

MelanieJoy said...

That was amazing...thanks for sharing.

Melanie said...

What a beautiful post.

Mary said...

Sharon,

This is an AWESOME!!! post. I love it. Your wisdom touches my heart.

Blessings,
Mary

CrownLaidDown said...

Yes, and I DO love Him back, even though it is stumbling love sometimes.

Praying over you today!
Love,
Holly

Connie@Little Red Hearts From God said...

beautiful story

you are such a special person...

try2bAsunbeam said...

That is beautiful...I want to be that little girl...I want my life to Him that I love Him...I want Him to know it, so I'll never *have* to actually say it...
Thank you...

Becca

Talk..to..Grams said...

Hi, I am friend with Melanie, Connie, Mary, and Denise and I see your comments when I am there so I thought I should get myself over here and say Hello!! Now I am thinking maybe I have been here before and I can't remember!! Senior moment!!

This was a beutiful post!! Your welcome to my blog anytime!! Blessings, Grams

Andrea said...

touching
beautiful
precious
amazing
.......

i loved that, sharon

Regina said...

Awesome post! I love it!
Blessings!

Cahleen 何凱琳 said...

Yesterday a new teacher observed my class. Afterwards when we got to talking, she told me that she and her boyfriend didn't believe in love. She must have seen the surprised look on my face because she quickly added, "I was a philosophy major. We had to do a lot of thinking." How sad for someone to believe that a thinking person can't believe in love. She must not have grown up with a father like yours.

Halfmoon Girl said...

What an awesome dad! What a great thing to teach you. Thanks for this post- great analogy.

Denise said...

Precious post sis, brought tears to my eyes. I love you.

Kellan said...

Beautiful post - well said and written. I enjoyed it. I'm Kellan - nice to meet you.

Lisa said...

Nice! :o)