This one will be brief. Especially since the question posed is more rhetorical than literal.But first, some background.
The other day my wife, Betty, was cleaning up her inbox. She gets so many emails and seldom unsubscribes, so her email gets full quickly. While doing this she called me over to ask if I had any of “these” emails saved? The “these” Betty was referring to were the emails we exchanged as we first began to chatting with each other. I wasn’t surprised that Betty had the absolute first email from me dating back nearly 15 years (she is a romantic sort that way) but what shock I did feel looking at her computer screen was at what saving that email said to me. Brace yourself for this revelation – Betty really loves me!
Yup, that’s it. Sounds simple, maybe even stupid to some. But it got me thinking. I know how it feels to be afraid, anxious, angry, embarrassed, happy, shocked, tired, hungry and others but I did not know what it feels like to be loved.
As a couple for all these years we say that we love each other several times a day and these are sincerely said I love you’s. As Christians we are told of how God loves us and that God is Love and Love never fails. In our society at large we say/hear/text love all of the time. I’d love to see how many times a day the word Love is tweeted! We love our cars, our shoes, our new phone, our new iPad, our this and our that. Everything under he sun is loved by all and yet what does it feel like to be loved?
For me, if I had to answer this rhetorical and severely introspective poser, being loved feels like a sense of awe at the idea that another person looks at me and sees something of such value that they would save the first words I spoke to them. To think that they would see in me a person worthy of their time and attention and to consider that they would profoundly miss me if I were suddenly gone. Betty may never know what showing me that email meant tome (unless she reads this of course – lol) but I was humbled and surprised. Even as I write this I feel something inside myself that wants to laugh and cry at the same time. Something that makes me want to delete this and at the same time shout it from my roof top.
What does it feel like to be Loved? It feels humbling and uplifting all at once.
It wasn’t the nails that held Jesus to the Cross –
it was His Love for YOU!
I hope you can feel His love for you today and always,
be Blessed, Al