Evidence of Love

My six-year-old granddaughter, Brielle, never shows up empty-handed when she comes to visit. Many times, she’s the first of her tribe of seven into the house. She always rushes to the kitchen where she knows she’ll find me and delivers her latest note or picture. This week, it was a drawing of me holding her in my arms, smiles on our faces as heart-shaped clouds hovered overhead. Her portrayal of our relationship was so sweet.

The funny thing is we did not start that way—quite the contrary. As a baby, Brielle was hostile towards me. No cuddling was allowed. She did not trust me. Even though she could see that her siblings loved and trusted me, she wasn’t going to do it. As you can imagine, I was disappointed and a little heartbroken, but time and persistence (on my part) did its magic. We got to know each other and formed a relationship that eventually turned into strong affection. I have the evidence contained in a growing stack of love letters.

I think perhaps my initial relationship with God resembled the one that Brielle and I had at the start. It’s not that I hated God, but I think there were times that I was indifferent. I had asked ‘Jesus in my heart’ more or less to avoid hell. The immature me thought that was enough with “once saved, always saved” ringing in my ears. What more was there to it? Go to church? Sing in the choir? I could do that on the weekend and do whatever I wanted the rest of the time. Right? Well, that ‘whatever I wanted’ was hostile towards the life that God had in mind for me to live. It was not a good picture of ‘Christian’ living.

As I look back, I think my problem lay in my faith. I didn’t trust God. I’m not sure I knew how it should look. I didn’t see it in action in the people around me. No one talked about it. It appeared to me they were living their lives on their terms. Perhaps I was just so wrapped in my wants and ways, and I didn’t notice. It would take time and persistence (on God’s part) to change how I felt. Little by little, I learned He always had my best interest in mind when He asked me to set aside my ways for His. My trust level grew until my life was entirely in His hands.

I am so glad God is faithful when we don’t know what the heck we are doing. He was patient with me, showing up over and over. Now, I show up for Him not only in word but also in deed. I talk about what God is doing, maybe more than the everyday person wants to hear, but I am not going to apologize. I want the people around me to have a clear picture of what it looks like to have faith in God. When they see the love we have for each other, I hope they glimpse a few heart-shaped clouds hovering over our vicinity.

Trust in the Lord with all of your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take.

Proverbs 3:5-6 New Living Translation

Hey there!

Hope your week is going well. We’ve had a pretty good one here at the farmhouse. I have made a few batches of ice cream that were delicious. Check out the recipe here. I even made a chocolate version by adding 1/4 cup of cocoa and a 1/4 cup of brown sugar. It tasted like a chocolate frosty. So yummy.

Have a great day! And be sure to do something good.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. My journey sounds a lot like yours, Patty. God has truly worked in me over the years, molding me into the person He wants me to be. And I want to declare it loudly and proudly to the world!
    Blessings!

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  2. Amen Ms. Patty. Isn’t it so comforting to know that while we may not yet have the relationship with God we want/God plans, He loves us until we get there. 🙂

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