The expression of love, security and belonging is such a beautiful gift from our Lord. Today in worship, I looked down to see Jack holding the hands of both of his parents. His little voice echoed the words of worship as he sweetly grasped our hands. I am not exactly a "touchy-feely" type of person. When Jay and I took the "love language" test I scored a whoppin' one on physical touch and that was only because I had to choose it over gift giving which came in dead last with zip. I went over the top in quality time and acts of service, but of course Jay tested high on gift giving and physical touch with next to nothing on quality time and acts of service (Yes, we are a match made in heaven) Anyway, I love that Jack had no second thoughts about reaching out to hold the hands of someone he loves. God so often teaches me much through my children, and even today in the simplest act of holding hands, I was reminded to remember that those I love need to know they are loved. God pours his love upon us in so many ways and what a comfort it is to rest in that love without hesitation or second-guessing. My prayer is that when God chooses to use me to show His love to those around me, may I be comfortable and patient to express that love for His glory. I don't require much "fuss" in my relationships therefore I think I neglect the small, yet diverse ways, to communicate love even within my own household. That welcome-home hug that seems like an interruption in my dinner preparation is something that matters to Jay (see- physical touch verses acts of service). Annabeth's eagerness to help in all things may seem at times like a nuisance to me, but her need for quality time can be meet by spending time in the kitchen together. It may slow me down, but is efficiency in my household better than expressions of love? As Emma becomes a young woman, I pray that the Lord will show me how to reflect the love of her Abba Father; to break with my schedule when need be to express love through words with silly chats or bedtime whispers. That sweet hand in mine this morning was a beautiful gift, may I never be so jaded, busy or distracted to not receive and express the love of the Father from those and to those He has given to me.
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