NO POCKETS FOR LOVE

“What will we pray about today?” Today? How easily we can forget the most important essence of life - LOVE.

I have gathered tax information all morning and over the last several days and have neatly typed all of the details into columns on a ledger sheet. UGH! How very easy it is to focus on the immediate, the task at hand, rather than the important things of life. Sometimes, I don’t like to be bothered by detail at all but the job doesn’t go away because I have other things I’d rather do.

Too often, we can spend our lives getting the mundane done, leaving no time for that which is really important. Love is the very building blocks of life! An infant, deprived of love and touch, will die. We cannot get too much love, neither can we give too much love, and . . . we can’t store love. We have no pockets where love could safely be carried, out of the light and love of others.

Let this Valentine’s Day be the moment in time when you decide to accept love and to give love. When we were created, God stepped back and said, “Wow! Now that’s good.” How often do we give that love away? We can only get more love when there is room inside of us for more love to fill us. Let us pray:

“Holy Father, God of all, you created us out of your love, for the purpose of being love in the world. May your kingdom of love and life flow through us each day, so we are aware of walking in you. Heaven is being in the mind of God; may it be so for us here on earth when we recognize you as love. On this Valentine’s Day, our earthly day of love, we pray that you will fill us with your love, which is so much more pure and lovely than anything we may ever know. Forgive us when we are afraid to show your love. Forgive us too, when we have tried to parcel out your love to only a few, since constricting it at the neck inhibits our own breathing. May we not die in selfish love but live in your love, oh God. In the name of Jesus Christ, your son, our redeemer and brother-in-love we pray. Amen”
Doris
“God gives us stories that testify to His love. Let me tell you mine.”
Copyright 2011 Doris Gaines Rapp, Ph.D.