It’s Sunday morning. It seems snarkiness is at its best these mornings. We fluster about and get the kids in the car. I can’t find my notepad that I use during the sermon to take notes. Frustrated. The children are put in their classes and I hear the littlest one crying. My heart sinks. We hold hands and walk to where we’ll sit. We set down our beverages and stand to sing. It’s dark and the music is loud.
And I drift into His arms. My hands surrendering to Him.
The busyness of the week seems to melt away as I’m reminded of His love for me. The words we sing comforting this tired and worn soul. And He opens my eyes. I come running to Him thirsty for His grace. My children come timidly seeking my grace. He offers agape. I offer a stipulation.
“If you do this then I will love you more.”
Those words never leave my lips, but they work themselves out through my actions. A raised eyebrow. A huff. A turned back. And through this realization my heart breaks and the tears stream down. I sing loud and with eyes closed tight. This unreal love. This amazing and undeserved love brings me to tears most every Sunday. The time when I rest from the troubles and into His arms. My day of remembrance of where I came from to where He has brought me. A love I have never known before. How can I show this love to my children? How can I be in a constant state of remembrance?
Never say “Amen”
I hear a story of a little boy asking “Why did you say ‘amen’? Shouldn’t we always be in prayer?” Oh, isn’t it the youngest that teach us? Never say ‘amen’. Always, always stay in your Father’s arms. He is forever with you. Yes, He sees us all nice and dressed up on Sunday mornings but He doesn’t take the rest of the week off. He sees us also at our worst. Our ugliest. And yes, He loves us even then. It is impossible for us to understand His grace and His love and that is why I am moved to tears. He doesn’t beat us down emotionally and make us feel guilty for our sins. But oh we do that to each other. No amount of eucharisteo can ever express my love for my Father. I thank Him by loving and showing grace when, to us, it seems unwarranted. Oh how He loves us. I thank Him with tears.
Blessings!
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