My friend says that hearts always remind her of God's love. She sees them in nature: rock hearts, heart shaped leaves and, I guess, any time God wants to remind her of his love.
I made a latte last week and dumped out the steamed milk on the top, only to see a heart. I took a picture and sent it to my friend, because for sure, it was meant for her.
Today, I was given a handmade Valentine by Neil, a little boy that I work with. He can hardly write, but he'd gone to much care to create a card. He wouldn't let me watch him make it. It had to be done in secret because it was so special. For the last week, he's been so excited to see me open it. Every day, he's been asking, "is it Valentine's Day yet?" Crumpled and smudged, It's the best Valentine I've ever had, because it came from his young heart. It meant so much to me.
This evening, God asked me if I'd give him my heart. My heart is pretty smudged and tattered but the Father asked me if he could have it. So I gave my heart, as best I could. I saw him take it and gently laying it close to his breast, he smiled. It was then that I realized how much he loves, even though in my eyes, I'm pretty shabby. I realize that somehow my Valentine from Neil and my heart surrender to God are one in the same. To share love, to give and receive love is the best of all gifts.
I made a latte last week and dumped out the steamed milk on the top, only to see a heart. I took a picture and sent it to my friend, because for sure, it was meant for her.
Today, I was given a handmade Valentine by Neil, a little boy that I work with. He can hardly write, but he'd gone to much care to create a card. He wouldn't let me watch him make it. It had to be done in secret because it was so special. For the last week, he's been so excited to see me open it. Every day, he's been asking, "is it Valentine's Day yet?" Crumpled and smudged, It's the best Valentine I've ever had, because it came from his young heart. It meant so much to me.
This evening, God asked me if I'd give him my heart. My heart is pretty smudged and tattered but the Father asked me if he could have it. So I gave my heart, as best I could. I saw him take it and gently laying it close to his breast, he smiled. It was then that I realized how much he loves, even though in my eyes, I'm pretty shabby. I realize that somehow my Valentine from Neil and my heart surrender to God are one in the same. To share love, to give and receive love is the best of all gifts.
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