A Father's Heart...
Sometimes I'm struck by love. Let me explain...there are times; moments, when I'm just really awed by it. Today was an odd day for that because of the spectrum of events I was part of. This morning I watched a lovely friend of mine who adores her Heavenly Father marry a man who loves God just as much...and it was incredible. They are people that you just look at and know God has so much planned in their union; so much He will do through them as Partners. How amazing it must be to not only share love for each other, but an overpowering love for Christ and what He wants to do...to be life partners with someone in that manner can be nothing short of astounding.
Then I spent the evening at a "celebration of life" service for a father who died. He was very young, hardly older than myself. He left behind children, siblings, and parents...and a wake of heartache because of his poor choices. Though no one can truly judge a heart, his actions led you to believe he did not know the Lord personally. I saw my little student come back after looking at pictures and have a little melt-down. I watched his brother stand up there and cry, hugging me before he hardly heard who I was, so desperate to be comforted in some way. Society can be so cruel too...careless with words and lacking compassion for those they impact with their actions.
I talked with many people and got to spend some time with the kids, including the one in my classroom. Inside I just broke more and more though...my heart ached for this little boy's pain...I wanted to do anything and everything to take it away and make it better...and I've only known him a few weeks. I was struck by this love in me...perhaps it surprised me because I knew it did not come within me, persay, but straight from the Lord, through me, to that child. It was overwhelming feeling. I cried the whole ride home, heartbroken for the family. Heartbroken because I can't say this man is with the Lord. Heartbroken for people who are seeking healing and relief everywhere except where they will truly find it. Heartbroken for lost and hurting people. It's been my heart for years; not just young or old, not just children, not just sick, but PEOPLE, period.
It was good and needed, but I had one of those "God breaks your heart" moments during the ride home. My passion and desperation to love people to Christ was multiplied and revived. I crave that...to do that. I have not done a great job of it in the past few weeks, and maybe that is why God met me how He did in this situation. But here was what REALLY struck me:
God whispered to my heart, "If your heart for your 'children' is that great, can you imagine what MY heart is for Mine?" Wow, God. Wow. To understand just snippets...whiffs of God's love is overwhelming in the most wonderful sense of the word...His love is SO great. What would He not do for us? Do we think about how God hurts with us? I want God to put in me more and more a heart that is broken for the things that break His heart. I want to change the world...I want to be brought to the door, so to speak, of old and young, sick and healthy, orphaned and not, imprisoned and free, domestic and foreign, rich and poor ... peoples of all kinds-I want to be sent into their lives to be a light. That is the heart God placed in me and is growing every single day. Don't forget the love of Our Father's Heart...there is nothing that compares, nor ever will.
Then I spent the evening at a "celebration of life" service for a father who died. He was very young, hardly older than myself. He left behind children, siblings, and parents...and a wake of heartache because of his poor choices. Though no one can truly judge a heart, his actions led you to believe he did not know the Lord personally. I saw my little student come back after looking at pictures and have a little melt-down. I watched his brother stand up there and cry, hugging me before he hardly heard who I was, so desperate to be comforted in some way. Society can be so cruel too...careless with words and lacking compassion for those they impact with their actions.
I talked with many people and got to spend some time with the kids, including the one in my classroom. Inside I just broke more and more though...my heart ached for this little boy's pain...I wanted to do anything and everything to take it away and make it better...and I've only known him a few weeks. I was struck by this love in me...perhaps it surprised me because I knew it did not come within me, persay, but straight from the Lord, through me, to that child. It was overwhelming feeling. I cried the whole ride home, heartbroken for the family. Heartbroken because I can't say this man is with the Lord. Heartbroken for people who are seeking healing and relief everywhere except where they will truly find it. Heartbroken for lost and hurting people. It's been my heart for years; not just young or old, not just children, not just sick, but PEOPLE, period.
It was good and needed, but I had one of those "God breaks your heart" moments during the ride home. My passion and desperation to love people to Christ was multiplied and revived. I crave that...to do that. I have not done a great job of it in the past few weeks, and maybe that is why God met me how He did in this situation. But here was what REALLY struck me:
God whispered to my heart, "If your heart for your 'children' is that great, can you imagine what MY heart is for Mine?" Wow, God. Wow. To understand just snippets...whiffs of God's love is overwhelming in the most wonderful sense of the word...His love is SO great. What would He not do for us? Do we think about how God hurts with us? I want God to put in me more and more a heart that is broken for the things that break His heart. I want to change the world...I want to be brought to the door, so to speak, of old and young, sick and healthy, orphaned and not, imprisoned and free, domestic and foreign, rich and poor ... peoples of all kinds-I want to be sent into their lives to be a light. That is the heart God placed in me and is growing every single day. Don't forget the love of Our Father's Heart...there is nothing that compares, nor ever will.
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