Valentine's Day was a couple of days ago. A day to remember the martyrs of the faith and celebrate a thing called love. The epitome of "bittersweet" I'd say.
And didn't You say that there was no greater love than this? That one would lay down his life for his friends? So You laid down Your life to give us one that lasts.
And sometimes I wonder how often You thought about it...when You walked the dirt roads, and slept in a boat on the sea, or on one or all of those 40 days, and if the thought of a people rescued and the love of a Father is what sustained you.
Because that kind of love? It's the only thing that sustains.
I'm still learning about it. You're opening my eyes to the ways You express it.
And why is it that you choose to express Your love to us here while we're yet foreigners and going Home can be an afterthought?
I've read Genesis and of the Fall, and even in the aftermath, when perfection turned to groaning and paradise to ruins, covered were the ones who took that bite. Garments made for them from the skin of creatures called good; the blood of the innocent shed to make a covering for the guilty.
You knew,even then, didn't You?
That the innocent blood would cover my shame.
And there's no greater love than this.
Why does it become all too & familiar, God? Keep reminding me.
Because to know more of this Love is to know more of You.
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