I had good intentions. Really. I planned to post some lovely romantic thoughts and download some nice pictures taken over the long Valentine weekend. But, well, life and its happenings over-ruled. I still may get around to that later though. It will just have to wait.
For now, I am looking at love from a much different angle than originally planned.
I am pondering a relationship that never disappoints, shortchanges, disregards or ignores me. It's the relationship I have with the lover of my soul: Jesus.
I am so thankful that He accepts me just as I am.
The One that knows every ugly flaw, yet covers me with grace.
The One who hears my every cry, but never tires of listening.
The One who sees every obstacle and makes a way.
He has never disappointed me.
Wish I could say I reciprocate and return that love, but more often than not, I am cold. Doubting. Even lifeless. Hard. Gray, bare limbs reaching much like the birch trees seen on a recent winter walk.
But, today I saw Spring. Not in the actual warming temperatures outside, but a warmth, a thawing, a promise kept in the middle of what I thought was hopeless. In a classroom. A heart with layers of mistrust began to shed, like bark falling from a tree. A shy smile burst through hardened turf.
The long-awaited for spring weather, the greening of the grass, the blooming of every dead bush, the times when I think He has forgotten, He gently whispers, "wait." And He keeps His promise. Now that's love.