Preparing for Love

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The other day I prepared for love.

In the afternoon, I was going to be picking up a young man (who we will call Sam) that was going to live with us for the next year. I made sure there was food in the fridge. I straightened furniture and washed sheets. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted Sam to see he was coming into a home of order, not of chaos and a place where love prepared for him.

At the last minute, I ran upstairs and wrote Welcome Sam! on the whiteboard outside of his room. I even jotted it on the whiteboard in the main room. Overkill? Maybe.

Later that afternoon, I picked him up. He moved in and when he was done, I invited him to ride with me to go pick up my husband. He looked at me as I was grabbing my purse and said, “I saw you wrote Welcome Sam! on the whiteboards.”

“Yeah.” And I smiled.

“Why would you do that?” He smiled slightly, but confusion sat in that smile.

“Well, because we are happy to have you here!” I looked right at him and grinned.

“Ok, but why?” Confusion stubbornly wouldn’t leave that innocent face.

Unlike most of us who expect to be seen, expect to be noticed when we go somewhere new, this young man didn’t expect anyone to see him. When I welcomed him and prepared a place for him, he didn’t understand. I even had left some items as a gift on his bed and he didn’t assume they were for him. I had to tell him that they were his.

How heartbreaking, and yet, aren’t we often the same? We understand and have heard so many times how in Jesus’ Dad’s house there are many rooms and that Jesus has gone to prepare a place for you and for me. On top of that Jesus said he’d come get us and take us to our room himself because he lives there too and wants us to be with him. Plus, his Dad actually adopted us so we get to go to the family home forever. Pretty cool, right?

Just like I excitedly prepared a room for Sam, so the love of Jesus has prepared a place for you.

Have you ever stopped to wonder what your room will be like? How has Jesus prepared it just for you? What color is it? What special items has he left on your bed? What little touches has he made in there to tell you that he loves you?

Your challenge for the week: How can you prepare a place for love this week? Maybe you can add something special to the dinner table. Maybe you can be there with a hug and eye contact when a loved one or a friend enters your home. I’d love to hear your ideas.

Dreaming of a room with mountain and ocean views and maybe even a little love note.

A Dying Child

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The red light was just long enough to break my heart.

I glanced over and saw him, the same age as one of my nephews, and he was staring out the window. Dirty blond hair hung long around the small boy’s smudged face. His eyes stared out the window, but they weren’t seeing the world with the eyes of a child.

In the front seat of the van were a man and a woman. The man’s finger jutted violently in front of him like he could poke and harm the person he was talking about even though they were not there. His face was angry, and his voice was loud. The woman listened, the man was speaking, and the child sat still as though he were unseen and invisible. But, I saw him.

“Look up child.” I wanted him to look at me so I could give him some of my smile. I wanted to silently tell him, “I see you.”

The boy never looked at me. The light turned green and the van sped off with him in the back seat, numbed by an environment of angry words and pointing fingers.

I wept. A child unloved is a dying child. I prayed for that little one and asked God to place love on that child who looked lost at an age where joy and exploration and discovery should fill his day.

I felt God whisper to my heart, “I see you like you saw him. Look up child. I heard your prayer for that little one.”

Billy Graham said once, “No matter where you are, God is there loving you.” If we are to be the literal hands and feet of Jesus to this world, we are often the ones there loving.

The little boy didn’t know I saw him and that I prayed for him, but I did place love over him in the form of a prayer. One of God’s names, and one of my personal favorites is El Roi. It means, “the God who sees me.”

The enemy of our souls is an accuser, a pointer of fingers and a destroyer of our hearts. But, the lover of our souls is a savior and the lifter of our heads and the healer of every wound.

So today, I say to you, “Look up child.” Know the love of the Father and that wherever you are today He is there loving you.

Don’t stop there though, pass that love along some how. I’d love to hear what you did to love someone today. Please leave a comment so we all can be encouraged.

Welcome to the This Written Love Community

Thank you for checking out the This Written Love (TWL) community. I want to welcome you and invite you to step into an adventure with me! I am a wife, a daughter, a sister, an auntie, a friend, and a writer.

I am also a woman who has found that the greatest adventure is the one I have with Jesus. Yes, I said Jesus!  Some of you may think Jesus = Church = BORING! Well, this is far from the truth! I pray that as you stop by and read this blog you will come to a very different conclusion.

The TWL community is a place where I will share stories and offer tools that hopefully will help you in your own adventure. Most importantly, adventures can be hard at times and I don’t want to be alone! So, I invite you, let’s walk together.

I know as a blogger I am supposed to make a promise to you about how often I will blog. Well, I can’t make that promise. I can promise that if you comment on anything when I post on here, I will respond. Communities are built on conversations, so let’s start some!

Thank you for sharing some of your day (or night) with me.

To a love unexpected,

Aimee