"Love suffereth long, and is kind..." I Corinthians 13:4-8
"Love is premeditated, it is spontaneous,, ie., it bursts up in extraordinary ways." Oswald Chambers
When I think of spontaneous love I think about how I felt when I laid eyes on my first baby girl. It was a rough labor and I think we were both really worn out, but the moment I set my sight on her, my heart burst with a love I did not know existed.
I have known the story of Jesus' birth since childhood, but did not truly understand the gift my heavenly Father gave that night. He chose to place His most precious one in the arms of a girl and knew the path He would follow would only bring pain and suffering. All for my sake. I have heard the story, but without the love I discovered for my children, I did not completely grasp the depth of love exhibited on that quiet Bethlehem night.
And so as I celebrate this season many sentiments and traditions bring tears to my eyes. I often find myself busy with some Christmas task when a song or story causes me to pause and reflect on my Savior. We tend to get caught up in the fun of the holidays and easily forget the true meaning. The moment Christ entered the world His purpose was to die as our sacrifice on Calvary. That sacrifice is what enables us to know in an intimate way the love of God.
I wonder if we can truly love, the kind of sacrificial, unconditional love, without the acceptance of our Savior's love. Many might argue that you do not need to be saved from sin in order to love, but there is still a question in my heart that asks how can we love as Christ without His forgiveness? Oswald Chambers wrote, " The springs of love are in God, not in us. It is absurd to look for the love of God naturally, it is only there when it has been shed abroad in our hearts by the Holy Spirit."
I am overwhelmed to think that God loved me so much that He gave His only son that I might have life and love everlasting. What a gift. As I look at my children this night my heart burst with love for them and I thank my heavenly Father for the precious gift He gave, so that I might know LOVE.
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