Feeling the Love

“But God showed his great love for us by sending Christ to die for us while we were still sinners.”
‭‭Romans‬ ‭5‬:‭8‬ ‭

The heavy fog every night lately has done wonders for the view in these parts.

Magical feathers of rime frost, built layer upon layer, have turned the landscape into a winter wonderland to rival any cheesy Christmas movie. And I couldn’t get out there to see it.

Boo.

I was feeling a wee bit sorry for myself, to be honest.

Until my Mister came in one evening from a stint working out in his shop.

“Okay, start making your way into the kitchen. I’m ready.”

Um, ready for what?

“Let’s go outside. You’re going to want to. Trust me.”

I already knew I wanted to. I just couldn’t.

I started my mental list of reasons why I shouldn’t move from my comfy recliner.

1. It’s dark.

2. Its cold.

3. I can’t walk.

4. Crutches, remember?

5. Mobility issues, remember?

Yeah. I should have known that Mister had already thought this out.

I hobbled to the door, where my chariot awaited – a sled, complete with cushions, a blankie, and hot chocolate in a travel mug.

Seriously.

I looked around for a dogsled team. A horse. A snowmobile.

Nada.

Mister settled me in, hitched himself to the plough so to speak, and valiantly started off.

It was magical. I’m not exaggerating. The full moon twinkled between those amazingly frosted trees, and lit them up with hidden jewels – pink, turquoise, blue, all flashing with every step. The ground, littered with crystalline remnants of fallen frost, glittered like diamonds. Every conceivable surface that could hold any frost was outdoing itself trying to reflect Mistress Moon in gemstone glory.

I didn’t know where to look. I was stunned into silence. (Believe me, that doesn’t often happen.)

It almost hurt, to be out in that beauty after being holed up indoors for several weeks in recovery mode.

My poor sled dog was huffing and puffing. He was working hard. And I’m telling you, I was feeling the love. I was moved – my mind was spinning, trying to think of something I could do to ‘pay him back’.

I said as much.

My query was soundly rejected.

This was not about getting payback. This was a free offering with no expectations attached.

What a gift.

What a demonstration of genuine love.

It reminded of another remarkable story of self sacrifice and care and compassion and generosity.

God, through His son Jesus, volunteering to come to earth in order to make things right.

See, God created this earth to be perfect.

But right from the beginning, we’ve messed up. Over and over. And over some more. We are selfish and cruel and unthinking and limited in what we understand about those who share our space and we get power hungry and demand that our needs be met at the expense of the needs of others.

So what does God do?

Sends His best representative to bring His goodness, purity, and forgiveness down to our corrupt level.

Are you feeling the love?

The king of the Universe was thinking of you when He planned this audacious rescue mission. He considered your mobility issues, the fact that you couldn’t get yourself to Him.

So He brought the ‘sled’ to you, to pull you right to God Himself.

There is something so deeply healing about being well and thoroughly loved. Hubby’s acts of kindness echo profoundly because they mimic those of Jesus Himself.

Friend, you are loved.

Completely.

Unconditionally.

You can’t pay it back. You can’t compete with it.

You just – accept it.

Gratefully. Humbly. Totally, right to your toes. Let it cover you. Let it heal you.

Let it change you.

Feel the love with me?

Father, how You love us! Open our eyes to the beauty of a love this deep and high and wide and strong. Open our hearts so we can accept and internalize a love like Yours. Amen.

Published by melodylowes

I am actually a bit of a mess. But in the mess, I’m finding security in knowing I am chosen, I am forgiven, and I matter. After uncovering a history of abuse in my past, I have done a lot of healing - and writing is one way I can invite you deeper into your own healing journey! I write devotionals about the complicated thing called life at growing-in-grace.ca, and my poetry is stashed at melodylowes.com. Pull up a chair and a coffee or tea and let's grow together!

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