Choosing to See LOVE

I looked across the table at my eager little man. He was nearly bursting with importance. So grown up on his big date with mom.

The scene wasn’t anything Pin-worthy or elaborate. Just a simple coffee shop while we were waiting for sister to be done with cross-country practice. But love was here. I could sense it. I could see it in the twinkle in my boy’s eyes. And I could hear it in the excited strain of his voice as he imparted his wisdom on the difference between the Ford Mustang and Chevy Camaro (things this mama definitely did not know anything about). And it hit me: I’m looking at LOVE.

In that cozy corner of that little coffee shop, I could feel my heart overflowing. And as the thickness and warmth of love oozed over the edges of my heart, I just happened to glance down at my plate. Of course. While listening to car facts and statistics, my cookie had taken on a whole new shape…a crumbly heart.

Heart collageIt’s all around us. The playful nudge of a mama and baby moose standing at the side of the road on the way to work. The gentle holding of hands – one in the hospital bed, one beside. The tender look that passes between a mother and her little sleepy heads as she tucks them in at night.

John was so right when he penned the words in 1 John 3:1: “How great is the love the Father has lavished on us.” Yes indeed. How great! But sometimes, in the busyness, in the chaos, in the overwhelming, we miss seeing the vastness of that very love.

Years ago, a dear friend introduced me to a little game looking for what she calls Love Rocks. All around the world she has collected heart-shaped rocks. Some are small. Some are hefty. But all very clearly fashioned into the shape of a heart.

Little did my friend know what that playful pursuit would awaken in me. With each step, I was on high alert looking for heart-shaped rocks. Over time, the game grew into heart sightings, seeing love all around me: clouds, leaves, chocolate syrup swirls, a goodnight hug, a lingering kiss. It created a yearning to see more, birthing a deeper eyes-wide heart-opening quest. I was no longer merely searching for heart shapes, but asking God to open my eyes every day, with every step, to the overwhelming evidence of His love.

Sometimes I still try to find hearts as I move through the day. Other times, the hearts find me. Whether yearned for, or unexpected, each time I’m delighted by the discovery. You see, love has many garments. Many forms. Many varieties. Sometimes that means seeing love in the mundane, or in the difficult and demanding. Sometimes it’s having eyes to see the wonders of His creation.

Prayer of LOVEAll this looking, all this searching, has awakened a deep desire within me to see Jesus. To see His hand. To be aware of His moving and caring. To see His love.

So as we move through the day, may we see it.

When the dishes are piled high — may we see love.

When the knees are scraped and the tears are aplenty — may we see love.

When we open our fridges and begin to prep yet another meal — may we see love.

When the socks are flung so high they get stuck on light fixtures — may we see love.

When the kid’s kazoo-ing hurts our ears and threatens to unravel our calm — may we see love.

When our day begins with dirty diapers, whiny children, and broken washing machines — may we see love.

And when cookies take the shape of a heart causing boyish eyes to sparkle — above all, may we see God’s great love.

Prayer of love

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Anne-Renee Gumley

Anne-Renee is a full-time mom who works part-time at her family's party store. She has two children who keep her laughing, a husband who keeps her smiling, and an itch for writing that just won't go away.
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