During this Thanksgiving season, I'm thankful that God didn't just say he loves us. I'm grateful that God showed us he loves. I am loved by Jesus, and by His death, I am blessed.
Monday, November 16, 2009
When I try to think of the way I feel about my husband, three children, and two dogs, I can't seem to find the words. "Blessed, grateful, loved, thankful, . . ." Nope. Those aren't good enough. Words can only do so much to paint a picture of your feelings. I would assume that's intentional. After all, shouldn't it be harder to tell someone you love them than it is to show someone you love them? I wouldn't have always thought this. But, I know that when my child is sick or my husband is frustrated, I find it much easier to hug them than I do to tell them that it will be okay. I will get up at any hour of the night to put a hand on my child's back, or to crawl in their bed when they are scared. I know that even when I'm too tired to hold a good conversation with my sweet husband, I'm never too tired to cuddle with him on the couch.