Thursday, August 25, 2011

Dearest God,

I am not sure which love I appreciate most...the love of my husband as a gift from you or the love of my heavenly father. As I caught a glimpse of my husband after a few days away, I felt a big smile spread across my face. I breathed a prayer, "O Lord, thank you."

I believe there is no bottom to the well of your love. It rises up and spills over again and again. Yet, it never empties. As I experience your love in a variety of ways, it seems to me that the amount I receive would surely diminish the amount of love you have to offer. But then I realize whatever your love is, every time it is given away, more bubbles up increasing what is available to all.

Who can deny or reject what you have to offer? Once your love touches us, we are marked for life. We cannot erase it or pretend like it doesn't exist. It simply is with us. Although at times we may want to push it away or challenge it for whatever crazy reason you still stand ready, ladle in hand, to pour out your love upon us. It is that recognition that caused me to smile when I saw my husband.

Gracious God,
full of mercy
and grace,
thank you
for eyes
to see you,
for ears
to hear
your voice,
for a soul
ready to receive,
and for
a mind
quick to learn
yet another lesson.

Love, Andrea