Lost in the Reading

I see paper hearts hanging from strings. They are dangling from the ceiling and fluttering around me as I walk into the room. This room is our secret place. The space my heart runs to when I talk to my King, my friend and the lover of my soul.
There are so many hearts brushing across my face and tickling my ears.
Then I stop and grab one. Each heart has words on them. I couldn’t even see them until I took the time to pause and look closer. The words are written in the unmistakable handwriting of God. Once you see His writing in your life there can be no counterfeit. I realize what I am holding is a love note.
This love note tells me that I am beautiful. He finds me beautiful. The next note I grasp savors the glee of listening to my children play together. The following letter talks about His desire to exchange every grief for joy.
I realize that in our daily lives if we will stop when the moments brush up against us. What we will find written is a love note from our King. The moments, memories and genuine exchange of authentic relationship. This comes in the pausing and reading, in the sharing the details and remembering, again and again, He has been there through it all.
I am so thankful for the daily hanging notes. I want to get lost in the reading.

Look with wonder at a depth of the Father’s marvelous love that he has lavished on us! He has called us and made us his very own beloved children.
1 John 3:1

1 comment

Unknown said...

This touched me deeply. Love all your messages!