Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Where's the Love? {Coffee For Your Heart}

Hi there friend!

Since today's serving of Coffee For Your Heart is kind of late in the day let's make it lite, sweet and decaf.  OK?

So I was wondering.... have you ever had one of those day's when you get to a point that you just stop and say - "Where's the love?!"

I'm talking about the kind of day where it seems everyone is upset, grumpy or angry with you.

It could go something like this......

First there's the hubby - no lovin' coming from the man this morning. He woke up late and now will be late to work. And he almost forgets to kiss me goodbye before he rushes out the door. Somehow I get the feeling he'd like to blame me for his running late.

Oh and those darling kids - Kiddo #1 can't understand why I won't let him stay home from school so he can beat whatever the video game of the week is. He's an intense and competitive one he is. Kiddo #2 is upset that he has to wear wet sneakers to school. Why didn't I dry them? Well, I didn't know he had played in a puddle last night after dinner. I swear that one has radar that directs him straight to dirt and puddles within a 5 mile radius.

Next up is the dog - there he is, tail between his legs and covered in mud. Guess he found the puddle that Kiddo #2 had found last night. No lovin' from my sweet pup. Not that I want any loving from a mud covered, wet and smelly dog. But, really! Does he have to growl and run when he sees me getting the towel and doggie shampoo ready for a bath?

Let's not have the cat feel left out on this oh so wonderful day - she's hiding under the bed and shows no love - just her claws. So she can stay under there all day for all I care.

And, oh yes, let's not forget the fish.... well, actually that's the problem - I've forgotten to feed him the last three nights. I could have sworn I saw him doing the backstroke as I walked by the fish bowl last night. Fish do the backstroke... don't they?

At this point I'm like "Whatever people! Where's the love?!"

Can anyone relate to my little story?
Oh yea! I bet you can!


But, let's stop right there. We're gonna take a quick turn here. No, we're not gonna head down the pity party road.

I actually really do want to encourage you, sweet friend.

And so I was wondering something else......

Did you know that there is One who always loves you? No matter what. And you can't do anything more to make Him love you more. And You can't do anything less to make Him love you less. 

Paul wrote a prayer in closing his letter to his friends in Ephesus And it's my prayer for you. As I type it I'm praying it for you.

    "And I pray that Christ will be more and more at home in your hearts, living within you as you trust in him. 
   May your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love; and may you be able to feel and understand, as all God’s children should, how long, how wide, how deep, and how high his love really is; and to experience this love for yourselves, though it is so great that you will never see the end of it or fully know or understand it. And so at last you will be filled up with God himself.
   Now glory be to God, who by his mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of—infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.  Amen"

{"I Heart U in the Sand" photo from photobucket}


Amen! See friend! Isn't it wonderful?! 
Oh I get so very excited when I think about how much God loves each of us. 
He loves you more than the number of grains of sand on the beach!
You. Are. Loved!


* I'm linking up with Holley Gerth's  Coffee for Your Heart  link-up series on Wednesdays


* Today's prompt is - You're loved.   
Click HERE to see what the other wonderful ladies, 
with hearts full of love and a cup of coffee in hand, 
have to say to encourage you today.



Love ya,

2 comments:

  1. Beautifully put, Debbie. So encouraging and uplifting with the reminder He loves us.

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