Wednesday, January 18, 2017
The Father's heart beckons
The Father's heart reaches
The Father's heart gives
The Father's heart loves without limits, without conditions
The Father's heart sees past flesh and bones
The Father's heart sees within
When will we grasp
When will see
The needs all around us?
When will we love without measure
Not capping off our quota of good deeds
When will we give all?
Will we ever?
Will you stop putting love in a box?
Can't you see love can't be contained
It's too big
It's meant to seep into the cracks
Love is meant to heal
Not seek its own right or its own way
We don't have the Father's heart because we don't know what love really is
It's not flowery words or grand gestures
Love is found in the quiet whispers, in unassuming places and people
Love was found in a manager
Love hung on the Cross
Love counted everything lost
Oh, that we would seek to be uncomfortable!
Oh, that we would stop doing the same things day after day
Open your eyes to the "little things"
The things you wouldn't normally give a second glance
Love is there.
We've just stopped looking for it.
In our quest for happiness, we have stopped celebrating love.
The Father's heart desires that His children will answer the call.