The Father's Love
More emotional weepiness cloaked me recently as I assisted a wedding this past weekend. The love between the bride and groom was sweetly tearfully tangible. I was assisting the photographer, thus privy to some very sentimental moments. It nearly broke my heart. And that was REAL life, not a movie!
My own real life involves some emotional messiness in facing a hard decision: an opportunity to trust God deeper, even though I don't perfectly understand (will we ever this side of Heaven?). It seems to be a running theme lately: trust God, relying more fully upon Him, in all areas - emotional, physical, and mental. It's a lifetime theme.
I have a tendency to want to understand everything. It drives me. Sometimes it is a blessing to be this way, at others a curse. I have questions! I don't want to do the same thing again, no repeating the same mistakes: all good motives there, right?
Thankfully, I am growing. BUT how nice if the process were a little faster! Yet in the process of yielding to His Leading, walking one step at a time over, around and through hard stormy places, my faith grows and I see His heart more and more.
This deeply touched me. Isn't this a beautiful picture of God's love for us. When we are afraid, hurt, wounded, and confused, we can cry out to a Father who sees and hears. A Father who knows our hearts as opposed to Tevye who got caught up in tradition, our Heavenly Father perfectly knows us. He is always inviting us to crawl up into His Perfect Love: the place we can be covered, protected, known, accepted and free. As we see Him for who He is, our hearts are healed and restored.
"Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!" Matthew 7:10-11
I am realizing more each day that perfect understanding is not what God wants: He wants me to know and rely on Him. In seeing Him in the pain or even just the everyday life, my heart is healed and made free.
"Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows." Luke 12:6-7