I know that I am loved by God. Deeply, extravagantly loved. The cross testifies to this (it also testifies to many other things but I’m thinking Romans 5:8). The cross defines love.
I’m also personally loved by God. I think one of the greatest proofs of this personal expression of love is His patience with my childlike pleadings for things small, ordinary and completely for my own pleasure. At times I catch myself asking for the most ridiculous things, such as a pink lollipop out of a random assortment. “Father, could this one be the watermelon kind?” It’s foolish, I know. But on a hard day, the right flavor of lollipop can go a long way at cheering your heart.
This week I’ve been wishing for snow. It’s outrageous. This is Florida in September! It’s 90 degrees Fahrenheit every day! Still, as work has me sorting through Christmas music- I’m longing. So as I was driving home today I began to pray about my discontent. I asked that He’d forgive my disgruntled attitude and thanked Him for the sunshine. Then I selfishly asked for a snowflake. Just one snowflake. Not today but someday, sometime, could I please see a snowflake? I actually laughed at my odd little plea and finished the drive in silence.
I received a package in the mail today. You won’t believe what my friend Amanda sent me…