They are taped to the dresser. Hidden in their Valentine’s envelopes. Piled beside their pillow on their bedside table. And pinned to the high chair.
Hand written love notes … every note saying why each daughter is loved and cherished by God and our family … leading up to Valentine’s Day … words of encouragement like honey balm for the soul and renewal for the heart …
And as I walk around the house, just seeing these little notes of love in random places fills my heart with overflowing gratitude.
And as we sit together in a big lump of bodies on our too-small couch on this February morning, we read in our devotions of God’s amazing love … that his Hands cradle the whole world and even the tiny little sparrow is noticed and cared for …
and I think, wow, that’s pretty amazing. The best Valentine story ever … the deepest, widest, more profound love and care … and love towards the unworthy, as we all are … incredible, life-changing love.
Isn’t it amazing, I tell the girls, that He has the whole world – everything single thing – in His hands … He has you, me … He has the tiny little baby [who is home now from the NICU and cradled in his mother’s arms next to her heart] held in those strong nail pierced palms …
And yet we still fill up our minds and heads with silly questions and doubts and possible worries … we waste those thoughts worrying when we could be worshiping with our words, our lives, our hearts …
Why waste the head space when God’s shoulders are big enough to carry the weight of the world? And so we pray, we give it to God, we each go around the room and say the one thing that worries us, or causes concern … and we hand it over to the One with the Most Amazing Love. We place it into His hands. For He knows the ending to every story and the middle to every chapter and the beginning to every song.
And we thank our Father in Heaven for the best Love Story ever told.
by Gigi
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