This man in my life has been here all along. For the whole journey ... almost. And we discovered this Jesus together in all of our messed-up-ness. At least, we discovered something called grace and what it means to turn and walk out this life ... giving an answer to the One who asked, "Will you follow?"
I always knew I loved this boy who wooed me with perfect manners taught by a sweet mama. He opened doors (and still does) and he wrote notes. He was a gentleman and he was patient. He was kind and he spoke kind words and even when I was a brat, he never changed his tone. Not ever. He made big gestures and he drove long hours and he gave extravagant gifts.
And he just doesn't listen.
Instead he says, "I love to love you this way. Just let me love you, ok Ab?" And I am learning still that the only reasonable answer to give him is "ok" and "thank you."
Because to think too practical is to cheapen what he is offering. To stifle this love he gives is to reject it's fullness.
I can't outgive this man and that makes me crazy and insecure. We are simply not operating on the same gift-giving level, he and I.
And in the irony of this faith-life, every time I realize I can't go bigger, I remember there is another who gives lavish love. This man I love, with all his gifts, points me back to the Father ... over and over again. And it requires a certain amount of humility and surrender and faith to simply say, "thank you."
Do you have ears to hear?
This is the gift.
We are on a journey these days ... a progression of sorts, to learn how to really spend these days. If you've missed out, I hope you'll go back ... scroll down and follow along from the beginning. Not because I write good stories. But because He does. Peace, friends.