To the young girl waiting for a daddy who’ll never come home.
To the old man sitting alone in his living room, surrounded by the trappings of the woman he spent his life caring for.
To the twenty-something full of the warm “elixir of life”, laughing with friends, but doubting on the inside.
To the woman watching him walk out the door as she’s left alone, wondering what went wrong.
To the wife and mom who “has it all”, a loving man, great kids, cool house; yet finds herself crying in the dark watches of night wondering how she can feel so alone.
To the loving couple with a room of pink and blue, but empty arms.
There is a Love for you.
A Friend who sticks closer than a brother – closer than a brother as brothers were meant to be, in the beginning.
Whether you can feel it; or see it; or choose to believe it, there is a God who made you. Knows you. Is pursuing you; loving you more deeply and painstakingly than these feeble words can fully express to you.
How do you know?
I know because I’ve experienced it. I live in it; wallow in it; wade in it everyday. The reality of it pounds in my chest and threatens to burst the very heart of me as I look at you and love you because of the Love that wells up in me. A scary, crazy, inexplicable, unearnable kind of Love.
A Love that doesn’t make it all go away; or get perfect; or never be painful. But a Love that carries, and lifts, and eases. And burns brightly, in the darkest of nights, whether we choose to see it or not.
Yes, dear friend, there is a Love for you. And if you can’t feel it; see it; hear it; want it, let me show you. Let me Love you through word, deed, prayer.
There is. A Love for you.