My father passed away a few years ago, and in all my growing up years, I don't remember him ever saying he loved me. He was physically present in the home, as he was a high school teacher, and home every evening and summers. But he wasn't very involved in my life. In fact, I sang from the time I was in third grade until after high school and he never attended any concert.
But, you know what? I always knew he loved me.
There's someone else who I know loves me. Even though I've never heard His voice say the words, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt, God loves me. How? It's the little things:
Today a quail sat on top of my fence and cooed.
My roses are blooming, and the fragrance is better than any perfume.
There is a cool breeze.
I'm enjoying the sweet taste of Starbucks Gingerbread Lattes .... (My husband bought me some syrup so I could make my own)
My dogs are lying at my feet.
I'm also celebrating my friend Lynn Cowell, whose first book has just been released. It's called "His Revolutionary Love" and it's a celebration of God's love for women, especially young women who might search for that love in the wrong places.
How do you know God loves you today? Take a moment and post a sweet little thing you enjoy, and I'll select someone at random to win a pretty packet of sticky notes. Make sure you leave a way for me to contact you, or check back on Thursday when I announce the winner.
Grace & Peace,