It's a teary-eyed groom catching sight of his bride, the warm June sun kissing her joyous face. It's an over-sized umbrella offered on a stormy rainy day. It's an elderly couple clasping hands as they walk down the sidewalk, adoringly, every day. The face of love, it colors the world and it paints bright red on Valentine's Day. And oh how I love imperfectly, erratically and sometimes even comically. But He says that's OK and that makes me love Him more each gifted day. It's Valentine's and the sight of all that love in creation makes the heart do cartwheels, the feet tap happy and the mind focus tight on the glorious love pouring down on us each and every day. Each and every millisecond of every breath we take, it captures and amazes, and this love, it never grows old, tired, or weary. It simply keeps on giving.
We will see God reaching out to us in every wind that blows, every sunrise and sunset, every cloud in the sky, every flower that blooms, and every leaf that fades, if we will only begin to use our starved imagination to visualize it.
~Oswald Chambers~
This brown-haired grandson, he has a penchant for prefacing his responses, his answers to the smallest of questions with the adverb, actually.
Actually, my car is purple.
Actually, we ate lunch at Burgerville. The truth it is and he wields the word like a mini-sized lawyer in the courtroom fighting for the good guy.
And today, I stepped outside, the air crisp, sun all bright winking down on us this February morning. Birds priming for spring, verdant green daffodil stems dotting the landscape, and those treasured tulips saying hello, yes I returned once again to make you grin happy.
Actually, I think God really does love us, our imperfect, messy, wildly, madly in love with each other human selves. I take a breath of acceptance and rest, glance around the flower bed. Actually, I think He likes it a lot when we truly, gratefully, love him back.
Happy Valentine's Day
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